To the Invisible Girl by Thomas Moore.

Part 3 of 6.

Sweet

spirit of mystery! how I should love,
In the wearisome ways I am fated to rove,
To have you for ever invisibly nigh,
Inhaling for ever your song and your sigh!
'Mid the crowds of the world and the murmur care
I might sometimes converse with my nymph of air,
And turn with disgust from the clamorous crew,
To steal in the pauses one whisper from you.