text:  Gone the divine and sweet believing In dreams which Heaven itself unfurl'd! What godlike shapes have years bereaving Swept from this real work-day world! As once with tearful passion fired The Cyprian Sculptor clasp'd the stone Till the cold cheeks delight-inspired Blush'd--to sweet life the marble grown; So Youth's desire for Nature!--round The Statue so my arms I wreathed Till warmth and life in mine it found And breath that poets breathe--it breathed