text:  Then wilt thou with thy fancies holy-- Wilt thou faithless fly from me? With thy joy thy melancholy Wilt thou thus relentless flee? O Golden Time O Human May Can nothing Fleet One thee restrain? Must thy sweet river glide away Into the eternal Ocean-Main? The suns serene are lost and vanish'd That wont the path of youth to gild And all the fair Ideals banish'd From that wild heart they whilome fill'd