Canto

1     1|         bathed in slumber's balmy dew.~But little time had eased
2    10|           budding paps beneath in dew,~And that her golden hair
3    18|           poppy, overcharged with dew,~In garden droops its head
4    24| maintained between them, with the dew~Of pity cooled the fury
5    25|       sweet and full of nectarous dew,~To clack like a poor cuckow
6    28|      laughed so loud a laugh, the dew~Stood in their eyes, and