From that deep abyss
  Of wonder and bliss,
  Whose caverns are crystal palaces;
  From those skiey towers
  Where Thought's crowned powers
  Sit watching your dance, ye happy Hours!

  From the dim recesses
  Of woven caresses,
  Where lovers catch ye by your loose tresses;
  From the azure isles,
  Where sweet Wisdom smiles,
  Delaying your ships with her syren wiles.

  From the temples high
  Of Man's ear and eye,
  Roofed over Sculpture and Poesy;
  From the murmurings
  Of the unsealed springs,
  Where Science bedews his Dædal wings.