Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home:
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
Then let wingèd Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her:
Open wide the mind’s cage-door,
She ’ll dart forth, and cloudward soar.

O sweet Fancy! let her loose;
Summer’s joys are spoilt...