Alice, Book I by Edward Bulwer-lytton — Read

BUT come, thou Goddess, fair and free, In heaven yclept Euphrosyne! To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night. -- _L'Allegro_.

But come, thou Goddess, sage and holy, Come, divinest Melancholy! There held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble. -- _Il Penseroso_.