CXXIV.

Here she leaves off, and with a graceful hand

Waves thrice three splendid circles round his head;

Which, though deserted by the radiant wand,

Wears still the glory which her waving shed,

Such as erst crown'd the old Apostle's head,

To show the thoughts there harbour'd were divine, And on immortal contemplations fed:

Goodly it was to see that glory shine

Around a brow so lofty and benign!

CXXV.

Goodly it was to see the elfin brood
Contend for kisses of his gentle hand,

That had their mortal enemy withstood,

And stay'd their lives, fast ebbing with the sand. Long while this strife engag'd the pretty band; But now bold Chanticleer, from farm to farm, Challeng'd the dawn creeping o'er eastern land, And well the fairies knew that shrill alarm, Which sounds the knell of every elfish charm.

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THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES.

CXXVI.

And soon the rolling mist, that 'gan arise
From plashy mead and undiscover'd stream,
Earth's morning incense to the early skies,
Crept o'er the failing landscape of my dream.
Soon faded then the Phantom of my theme
A shapeless shade, that fancy disavow'd,
And shrank to nothing in the mist extreme.
Then flew Titania, and her little crowd,

Like flocking linnets, vanish'd in a cloud.

HERO AND LEANDER.

ΤΟ

S. T. COLERIDGE, Esq.

It is not with a hope my feeble praise

Can add one moment's honour to thy own, That with thy mighty name I grace these lays;

I seek to glorify myself alone :

For that some precious favour thou hast shown

To my endeavour in a by-gone time,

And by this token, I would have it known
Thou art my friend, and friendly to my rhyme!

It is my dear ambition now to climb

Still higher in thy thought, — if my bold pen
May thrust on contemplations more sublime.
But I am thirsty for thy praise, for when
We gain applauses from the great in name,
We seem to be partakers of their fame.