thou orb of day! thou other paler light!

and all ye many sparkling stars of night!

if aught that giver from my mind efface,

if i that giver's bounty e'er disgrace,

then roll to me along your wand'rig spheres,

only to number out a viin's years!

iy my hand upon my swelling breast,

and grateful would, but cannot speak the rest.