text:  No gladsome garlands cheerily Were love-y-woven then; And o'er Elysium drearily The May-time flew for men;[14] The morning rose ungreeted From ocean's joyless breast; Unhail'd the evening fleeted To ocean's joyless breast-- Wild through the tangled shade By clouded moons they stray'd The iron race of Men! Sources of mystic tears Yearnings for starry spheres No God awaken'd then! Lo mildly from the dark-blue water Comes forth the Heaven's divinest Daughter Borne by the Nymphs fair-floating o'er To the intoxicated shore! Like the light-scattering wings of morning Soars universal May adorning As from the glory of that birth Air and the ocean heaven and earth! Day's eye looks laughing where the grim Midnight lay coil'd in forests dim; And gay narcissuses are sweet Wherever glide those holy feet-- Now pours the bird that haunts the eve The earliest song of love Now in the heart--their fountain--heave The waves that murmur love