Or in the chambers¹ of the East，

    The chambers of the sun， that now

    From ancient melody have ceas'd；

    Whether in Heaven ye wander fair，

    Or the green corners of the earth，

    Or the blue regions of the air

    Where the melodious² winds have birth；

    Whether on crystal rocks ye rove，

    Beneath the bosom³ of the sea

    Wand'ring in many a coral grove⁴，

    Fair Nine， forsaking⁵ Poetry！

    How have you left the ancient love

    That bards⁶ of old enjoy'd in you！

    The languid strings⁷ do scarcely move！

    The sound is forc'd， the notes are few