Parent of golden dreams, Romance! 
Auspicious queen of childish joys ! 
Who lead’s! along in airy dance 
Thy votive train of girls and boys; 
At length, in spells no longer bound, 
I break the fetters of my youth; 
No more I tread thy mystic round. 
But leave thy realms for those of Truth. 
And yet’t is hard to quit the dreams 
Which haunt the unsuspicious soul. 
Where every nymph a goddess seems, 
Whose eyes through rays immortal roll; 
While Pancy holds her boundless reign. 
And all assume a varied hue. 
When virgins seem no longer vain. 
And even woman’s smiles are true. 
Bveon. 
