HERE I am slave of visions. When noon heat br Strikes the red walls, and their environ'd air br Lies steep'd in sun; when not a creature dare br Affront the fervour, from my dim retreat br Where woof of leaves embowers a beechen seat, br With chin on palm, and wide-set eyes I stare, br Beyond the liquid quiver and the glare, br Upon fair shapes that move on silent feet. br Those Three strait-robed, and speechless as they pass, br Come often, touch the lute, nor heed me more br Than birds or shadows heed; that naked child br Is dove-like Psyche slumbering in deep grass; br Sleep, sleep,--he heeds thee not, yon Sylvan wild br Munching the russet apple to its core.