The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play --The Sun ran miles awaySo blind with joy he could not chooseBetween thethehis HolidayThe morn was up -- the meadows outThe Fences all but ran,Republic of Delight, I thoughtWhere each is Citizen --From Heavy laden ClimesClimesLands to theeWere seas to cross to comeA Caspian were crowded --Too closeclosenear thou art for Fame --