Where light is camelions change:
 Where love is not, poets do:
 Fame is love disguised: if few
Find either never think it strange
That poets range.

Yet dare not stain with wealth or power
 A poet’s free and heavenly mind:
If bright camelions should devour
 Any food but beams and wind,
They would grow as earthly soon
 As their brother lizards are.
 Children of a sunnier star,
Spirits from beyond the moon,
O, refuse the boon!