My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as thought of hemlock I had drunk or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minnute past, and lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness- That thou, light--winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singlest of summer in full-throated ease. O for a draught of vintage! That hath been Cooled a long age in the deep--delved earth. Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Pro ....