A Gyges Ring They Bear About Them Still, To Be, And Not Seen When And Where They Will; They Tread On Clouds, And Though They Sometimes Fall, They Fall Like Dew, And Make No Noise At All: So Silently They One To Th' Other Come, As Colours Steal Into The Pear Or Plum, And Air-Like, Leave No Pression To Be Seen Where'Er They Met, Or Parting Place Has Been.