"Where o'er each shadowy dell and oak-crown'd steep "Celestial forms in bright succession glide;

"Where light-rob'd nymphs th' unbending blossoms

sweep,

"Or rise in radiance from the tranquil tide:

"Where, LESBIA! as I raise the song to Thee, "The list'ning Fauns their antic dance refrain; "And dulcet sounds of airy minstrelsy

"From harps unseen accompany the strain.

"And while th' impassion'd lay thy praises breathes "Each ruder gale subsides, ambrosial showers "Embathe the lavish blooms, and living wreaths "Of brighter green array the magic bow'rs.

"And Love, light hovering in the balmy air, "Fires his proud torch and nerves his golden bow, "And braids his roseate bands for Thee, my Fair! "And bids thy breat his gentlest transports know.

"Thine eyes confess his pow'r:-Stay waining Night! "Start not, Hyperion, from thine orient goal! "Ye blissful dreams, ye visions of delight,

"Ye dear delusions, still possess my soul!"

Dissolving at th' unwelcome gleam of dawn,
The spell that sway'd my captive sense expires:
No liquid chrystal laves the fairy lawn;

No viewless minstrels wake celestial lyres;

No spicy groves unfading foilage spread;
Beneath their nectarine freight no branches bend;
No sylvan bands fantastic measures tread;

No pearl-crown'd sisters from the wave ascend:

The laughing meads where flow'rs spontaneous grew,
The landscape's various grace, the genial skies
In cloudless azure dress'd elude my view;
And glowing Fancy's bright creation dies.

But THOU, blest object of my hopes and fears,
Still shall the Muse's living meed be thine,
While grace enchants, while gentleness endears,
While admiration bends at Beauty's shrine:

LESBIA! for Thee affection's genuine glow
Shall realize gay Fancy's fairy dream:

For Thee, th' impassion'd tear, the lay shall flow,
Warm from heart while flows life's crimson stream.

my

ODE IV.

TO LESBIA'S LUTE.

YE powerful strings, from whose vibration flows
Joy's thrilling tide and sadly pleasing woe:
Soothing the sense, yet to the soul's repose
Destructive as the nerve of Cupid's bow!

With gentlest melody in LESBIA's ear
(If any mortal sounds have pow'r to tell)
Whisper how much I hope-how much I fear—
The pity I implore the pains I feel.

When her light touch calls forth th' enlivening strain, Bid rapture float upon the charmed air:

Tell her, when sad th' expressive notes complain:

"So breathes thy bard the sigh of deep despair.”

Of yore such sounds, as thrill th' enamour'd breast When LESBIA's hands the silver chords embrace, Could lull th' embattled elements to rest,

Bend knotted oaks, and tame a ruthless race:

Yet, LESBIA! like thy lute tho' Orpheus strung
His lyre to strains divine, its amorous Lord
For Thee had left Euridice unsung,

And Pluto's gloomy confines unexplor❜d.

ODE V.

то

THE NAIAD OF GLYMPTON BROOK.

NAIAD, unseen of mortal eyes,

Whose light steps haunt this Current lone,
Where gentle Zephyr's balmy sighs,

With thy wild wave in unison,

Blend their aërial melodies;

Let me to thy deserted shades

Reveal the never-dying flame

That all my pensive soul pervades,

And teach thine echoes LESBIA's name

Ere the soft light of evening fades !