Romance, who loves to nod and sing, with drowsy head and folded wing, among the green leaves as they shake far down within some shadowy lake, to me a painted paroquet hath been- a most familiar bird- taught me my alphabet to say- to lisp my very earliest word while in the wild wood i did lie, a child- with a most knowing eye. of late, eternal condor years so shake the very heaven on high with tumult as they thunder by, i have no time for idle cares through gazing on the unquiet sky. and when an hour with calmer wings its down upon my spirit flings- that little time with lyre and rhyme to while away- forbidden things! my heart would feel to be a crime unless it trembled with the strings. what theme of the poem does the second stanza reveal?