Synopsis

Oh if a seraph glittered down With rainbow wings athwart the blue, Whose fair curls flowered beneath a crown That paled the ruby's hue ; A seraph whose immortal youth Was worn like some undying rose, — Whose eyes had read the eternal truth That yon bright heavens disclose ; My spirit, — which hath quaffed to-day Sweet hope's ambrosial wine, — Would not exchange the seraph's love For the dim chance of thine.