I.
i Dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
  Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring,
And gentle odors led my steps astray,
  Mixt with a sound of waters murmuring
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
  Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling
Its green arms round the bosom of the stream,
But kist it and then fled, as thou...