Had I no Christian charity, no moral code, no guide.
The people I might hurt and break, the rules I’d override!
The death defying pagan laws I’d hug as babe to breast.
The trees and moon I should adore; by sun the earth caressed.
The river’s abandoned cries loud heard in echoing glen,
Would rouse the sleepy fairy folk to dance in elfin den!
Apple blossom all year round, this I would command.
The fragrant scent of roses would hover by my hand.
Ad thou and I on white sea-shore would love and laugh so free!
This wanton parody, of paradise to be!