text:  1 For ever fair for ever calm and bright Life flies on plumage zephyr-light For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice-- Moons wane and races wither to the tomb And 'mid the universal ruin bloom The rosy days of Gods-- With Man the choice Timid and anxious hesitates between The sense's pleasure and the soul's content; While on celestial brows aloft and sheen The beams of both are blent