Father of many a forest deep, Soon destined o'er the world to sweep Wont in the night of woods to dwell, Thy singed top and branches bare WHEN by the green-wood side, at summer eve, Lifts the broad shield, and points the glittering spear. 206 TO THE YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF LADY ** Now near and nearer rush thy whirring wings, TO THE YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF 1800. AH! why with tell-tale tongue reveal2 For this presumption, soon or late, [To Lady Harriet Villiers, daughter of Lady Jersey, and afterwards wife of Dr. Bagot, Bishop of Bath and Wells.-ED.] 2 Alluding to some verses which she had written on an elder sister. TO A VOICE THAT HAD BEEN LOST.1 Vane, quid affectas faciem mihi ponere, pictor? Et, si vis similem pingere, pinge sonum.-AUSONIUS. ONCE more, Enchantress of the soul, Far happier thou! 't was thine to soar, Thy triumphs who shall dare explore? 1 In the winter of 1805. 208 TO A VOICE THAT HAD BEEN LOST. No tract of space, no distant star, And nursed thy infant years with many a strain from Heaven! |