For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east Se my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat.

"White and pearl ones for evening, and russet gloves for the street, No. 8.

For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east Se my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat.