Could I but will
       &nbsp      Could I but will,
       &nbsp      Will to my bent,
I’d have afar ones near me still,
And music of rare ravishment,
In strains that move the toes and heels!
And when the sweethearts sat for rest
The unbetrothed should foot with zest
       &nbsp      Ecstatic reels.

       &nbsp      Could I be head,
       &nbsp      Head-god, “Come, now,
Dear girl,” I’d say, “whose flame is fled,
Who liest with linen-banded brow,
Stirred but by shakes from Earth’s deep core - ”
I’d say to her: “Unshroud and meet
That Love who kissed and called thee Sweet! -
       &nbsp      Yea, come once more!”

       &nbsp      Even half-god power
       &nbsp      In spinning dooms
Had I, this frozen scene should flower,
And sand-swept plains and Arctic glooms
Should green them gay with waving leaves,
Mid which old friends and I would walk
With weightless feet and magic talk
       &nbsp      Uncounted eves.