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whom, of stature elegantly small, and of complexion colourless get clear, was proclaimed the Fairy Queen, on which occasion, and af which time, the following irregular ode was written.
Whom the untaught Shepherds call
Builds it's nest and warbles well ;
Welcome, Ladies! to our cell.
When fades the moon all shadowy pale,
But not our filmy pinion
We scorch amid the blaze of day
Aye, from the sultry heat
O'ercanopied by huge roots intertwin'd
Beneath whose foliage pale
Fann’d by the unfrequent gale We shield us from the Tyrant's mid-day rage.
Thither, while the murm’ring throng
By Indolence and Fancy brought,
Woos the Queen of Solemn Thought,
Gazing with tearful eye,
To pensive Mem’ry dear!
We glance before his view :
When Evening's dusky car,
Crown'd with her dewy star,
On leaves of aspern trees
We tremble to the breeze,
Or, haply, at the visionary hour,
Th’ electric flash, that from the melting eye
ur thro’ the mystic ringlets of the vale We flash our fairy feet in gamesome prank ; Or, silent-sandal'd, pay our defter court
Circling the Spirit of the Western Gale, Where, wearied with his flower-caressing sport,
Supine he slumbers on a violet bank; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam, By lonely Otter's sleep-persuading stream, Or where his wave with loud unquiet song, Dash'd o’er the rocky channel, froths along; Or where his silver waters smooth'd to rest, The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast.
Hence! thou lingerer Light !
Eve saddens into Night.
With down-cast eyes (a duteous band !)
Sorceress of the ebon throne !
Heaven's lucent roses glow,
Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest;
Mellowing the woods beneath its pensive bean: For mid the quiv'ring light 'tis ours to play,
Aye dancing to the cadence of the stream.
Welcome, Ladies ! to the ceil,
Where the blameless Pixies dwell. But thou, sweet nymph! proclaim'd our Fairy Queen
With what obeisance meet
Thy presence shall we greet ?
Graceful Ease in artless stole,
With Honour's softer mien :
Unboastful Maid! tho' now the Lily pale
Transparent grace thy beauties meek;
We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek;
Extract a blush for Love!
I pluck'd, the Garden's pride !
A sleeping love I spied.
Of many a lucent hue;
Inebriate with dew.
I softly seiz’d th’ unguarded Power,
Nor scar'd his balmy rest;
On spotless Sara's breast.
Awoke the pris'ner sweet,
And stamp'd his fairy feet.
Subdued th' impatient boy!
Then clapp'd his wings for joy. And oh ! he cried—“Of magic kind
What charm this Throne endear! Some other Love let Venus find
I'll fix my empire here."
One, kiss, dear Maid! I said and sigh’d-