A stately pleasure dome decree
Where Alph,the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea..........
It was a miracle of rare device
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice..........
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song
To such a deep delight t'would win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air
That sunny dome!Those caves of ice!.........
And all should cry Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise