Again you come he hovering forms   I find as early to my clouded sight ye shone   Shall I attempt this once to seize and bind ye   Still o'er my heart is that illusion thrown      Are we still standing   Or if further we're ascending      You crowd more near then be the reign assigned ye   And sway me from your misty shadow zone   My bosom thrills with youthful passion shaken   From magic airs that round your march awaken      All is turning...   Trees and rocks with grinning faces   All is whirling...   Wandering lights that spin in mazes      Of joyous days you bring the blissful vision   The dear familiar phantoms rise again   And like an old and half-extinct tradition   Renewed is pain with mournful repetition      First love returns with friendship in his train   And names the good whose cheating fortune tore them   Now life tracks his devious labyrinthe chain   And left me to deplore them