text: ) Laura--above this world methinks I fly And feel the glow of some May-lighted sky When thy looks beam on mine! And my soul drinks a more ethereal air When mine own shape I see reflected there In those blue eyes of thine! A lyre-sound from the Paradise afar A harp-note trembling from some gracious star Seems the wild ear to fill; And my muse feels the Golden Shepherd-hours When from thy lips the silver music pours Slow as against its will