Within each orb I saw what seem'd
A changeful mischief-loving sprite
That, now, with gentle radiance learn'd,
Now, darted keen electric light.

May some adventurous noble youth,
Whose soul would scorn at aught to cower,
Whose heart's the home of love and truth,
Encounter this electric power.

But ye who feel no sacred fire
Of pure love mantling thro' your veins,
Dare not to this fair maid aspire,
Nor hope to wind her in your chains.

And ye who flit from belle to belle,
All heedless of the course you run,
Remember how rash Icarus fell,
For venturing up too near the sun.