Classic Poem

This heart that now so sluggish moves
Would startle once to hear the shout,
The laughter of the merry rout
That fled with Dian through the groves.

Then could I hear — O happy Then! —
The shrilling of Pan's pipe at morn,
Faint on the dewy breezes borne
From some far glade, untrod of men.

Then woke the hope, — that hope how vain! —
Leaving my flock upon the lea,
In echo-haunted Arcady
To join the ivy-wreathed train.

O Soul! too full-fed to aspire!
O sluggish Heart! win back your dreams.
How fairer than all triumph gleams
That idle hope, that foiled desire!