Her Only Pilot The Soft Breeze, The Boat Lingers, But Fancy Is Well Satisfied; With Keen-Eyed Hope, With Memory, At Her Side, And The Glad Muse At Liberty To Note All That To Each Is Precious, As We Float Gently Along; Regardless Who Shall Chide If The Heavens Smile, And Leave Us Free To Glide, Happy Associates Breathing Air Remote From Trivial Cares. But, Fancy And The Muse, Why Have I Crowded This Small Bark With You And Others Of Your Kind, Ideal Crew! While Here Sits One Whose Brightness Owes Its Hues To Flesh And Blood; No Goddess From Above, No Fleeting Spirit, But My Own True Love?