Sweet to remember, through your love and care;
  Henceforth we will not part. There is a cave,
  All overgrown with trailing odorous plants,
  Which curtain out the day with leaves and flowers,
  And paved with veinèd emerald; and a fountain
  Leaps in the midst with an awakening sound.
  From its curved roof the mountain's frozen tears,
  Like snow, or silver, or long diamond spires,
  Hang downward, raining forth a doubtful light;
  And there is heard the ever-moving air
  Whispering without from tree to tree, and birds,
  And bees; and all around are mossy seats,
  And the rough walls are clothed with long soft grass;
  A simple dwelling, which shall be our own;
  Where we will sit and talk of time and change,
  As the world ebbs and flows, ourselves unchanged.
  What can hide man from mutability?
  And if ye sigh, then I will smile; and thou,
  Ione, shalt chant fragments of sea-music,
  Until I weep, when ye shall smile away
  The tears she brought, which yet were sweet to shed.
  We will entangle buds and flowers and beams
  Which twinkle on the fountain's brim, and make
  Strange combinations out of common things,