But where began the change; and what's my crime? br The wretch condemned, who has not been arraigned, br Chafes at his sentence. Shall I, unsustained, br Drag on Love's nerveless body thro' all time? br I must have slept, since now I wake. Prepare, br You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: br Not like hard life, of laws. In Love's deep woods, br I dreamt of loyal Life:--the offence is there! br Love's jealous woods about the sun are curled; br At least, the sun far brighter there did beam. br My crime is, that the puppet of a dream, br I plotted to be worthy of the world.