I do not Wish

I do not wish to clothe in vulgar words The deeper thoughts that in my bosom lie, To outward sense invisible, like birds Afloat far off in the cerulean sky. Let them abide in me, as water-springs Within the caverns of the rock-ribb'd hill; O'er them no breeze its rippling mantle flings, They feel not summer's heat, nor winter's chill; And when the storm uproots the mountain pine, Or covers o'er with snow the lofty peak, They rest, like liquid diamonds in their mine, Calm and unchanged, when all without is bleak: So slumber ye, my thoughts, while all-unseeing The cold crowd passes by, and knows not of your being.