John Keats - On A Dream lyrics

As Hermes once took to his feathers light When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon'd and slept So on a Delphic reed my idle spright So play'd, so charm'd, so conquer'd, so bereft The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes And, seeing it asleep, so fled away Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies Nor unto Tempe where Jove griev'd a day But to that second circle of sad hell Where 'mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw Pale were the lips I kiss'd, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm