O! there are spirits of the air

O! there are spirits of the air,
 And ______ of the evening breeze,
And gentle ghosts, with eyes ______ fair
 As star-beams among twilight trees:—
Such lovely ______ to meet
Oft hast thou turned from men thy ______ feet.

With mountain winds, and babbling springs,
 And ______ seas, that are the voice
Of these inexplicable things,
______ didst hold commune, and rejoice
When they did answer thee; but they
Cast, like a worthless boon, thy love away.

And thou hast sought in starry eyes
 Beams ______ were never meant for thine,
Another's wealth:—tame sacrifice
 ______ a fond faith! still dost thou pine?
Still dost ______ hope that greeting hands,
Voice, looks, or lips, may ______ thy demands?

Ah! wherefore didst thou build thine hope
 On the false earth's inconstancy?
Did thine own mind ______ no scope
 Of love, or moving thoughts to thee?
That natural scenes or human smiles
Could steal the ______ to wind thee in their wiles?

Yes, all the ______ smiles are fled
 Whose falsehood left thee broken-hearted;
______ glory of the moon is dead;
 Night's ghosts ______ dreams have now departed;
Thine own soul still is ______ to thee,
But changed to a foul fiend through misery.

This fiend, whose ghastly presence ever
 Beside thee ______ thy shadow hangs,
Dream not to chase;—the mad ______
 Would scourge thee to severer pangs.
Be as ______ art. Thy settled fate,
Dark as it is, all ______ would aggravate.