Still, still my eye will gaze long fixed on thee, br Till I forget that I am called a man, br And at thy side fast-rooted seem to be, br And the breeze comes my cheek with thine to fan. br Upon this craggy hill our life shall pass, br A life of summer days and summer joys, br Nodding our honey-bells mid pliant grass br In which the bee half hid his time employs; br And here we'll drink with thirsty pores the rain, br And turn dew-sprinkled to the rising sun, br And look when in the flaming west again br His orb across the heaven its path has run; br Here left in darkness on the rocky steep, br My weary eyes shall close like folding flowers in sleep.