And tune¹ your merry notes：

    And， while upon the wind

    Your music floats，

    I'll pore upon the stream

    Where sighing lovers dream，

    And fish for fancies as they pass

    Within the watery² glass.

    I'll drink of the clear stream，

    And hear the linnet's song；

    And there I'll lie and dream

    The day along：

    And when night comes， I'll go

    To places fit for woe³，

    Walking along the darken'd valley

    With silent Melancholy⁴.