Shame On This Faithless Heart! That Could Allow Such Transport, Though But For A Moment'S Space; Not While, To Aid The Spirit Of The Place The Crescent Moon Clove With Its Glittering Prow The Clouds, Or Night-Bird Sang From Shady Bough; But In Plain Daylight: She, Too, At My Side, Who, With Her Heart'S Experience Satisfied, Maintains Inviolate Its Slightest Vow! Sweet Fancy! Other Gifts Must I Receive; Proofs Of A Higher Sovereignty I Claim; Take From 'Her' Brow The Withering Flowers Of Eve, And To That Brow Life'S Morning Wreath Restore; Let 'Her' Be Comprehended In The Frame Of These Illusions, Or They Please No More.