Oh, hush thee, my darling, lie still with me;
For I am the Spirit of the wilderness free—
I shall lead you through valleys of emerald blight,
To the sweet dells of fanciful insight.

And the thickets grow thick, and the petals rejoice,
In harmony quietly whispering choice;
From a song of the river—a serenade bliss—
O come forth, I’ll grant you my kiss!

• George Gordon Lord Byron