Epilogue(No alteration since 1842.)So, Lady Flora, take my lay,And, if you find a meaning there,O whisper to your glass, and say,“What wonder, if he thinks me fair?”What wonder I was all unwise,To shape the song for your delightLike long-tail’d birds of Paradise,That float thro’ Heaven, and cannot light?Or old-world trains, upheld at courtBy Cupid-boys of blooming hue—But take it—earnest wed with sport,And either sacred unto you.
(No alteration since 1842.)
So, Lady Flora, take my lay,And, if you find a meaning there,O whisper to your glass, and say,“What wonder, if he thinks me fair?”What wonder I was all unwise,To shape the song for your delightLike long-tail’d birds of Paradise,That float thro’ Heaven, and cannot light?Or old-world trains, upheld at courtBy Cupid-boys of blooming hue—But take it—earnest wed with sport,And either sacred unto you.