Unheard, unnotic'd, let me rove Thy trembling osier wreaths among, And woo the Muse where none reprove Affection's unambitious song, Nor chide the plaint of hopeless love. There, when the day's dim eyelids close, Hide me within some shadowy cave; And, minist'ring to calm repose, Ah softly bid thy babbling wave Kiss the dank sedge that round it grows! No angler's cruel arts are mine, Ye timid tenants of the brook! Thrown from my hand no viewless line, Disguis'd by me no treacherous hook, Bids you your little lives resign. Nor this pellucid rill refrain Your downy plumage to distain pay with death your artless strain. That breast no savage joys can share, Mine, gentle NAIAD! be the dell By all but One dear Maid forgot, Oft let me view thy trembling tide Past Joy's illusive phantoms glide. Hopeless of happier hours to come, With LESBIA's praise the strain shall glow; Wind, lovely Brook, thy murmuring way, If Zephyr should his breath deny, ELEGY. WRITTEN AT SEA. ON sapphire throne, o'er Heav'n's unnumber'd fires The moon in full-orb'd majesty presides; Calm are the seas, a favouring breeze transpires, While thro' the waves the Vessel smoothly glides : Beyond th' horizon's bound the mind extends, Till Sympathy from brooding Memory's stores Hope's future dawn, and pants in vain for rest. What tho' the seas are calm, the skies serene, "Ev'n now perhaps from many a kindred eye "My dubious fate compels the generous tear, "And ev'ry passing cloud that veils the sky "Chills some fond anxious breast with boding fear. "In my Love's bosom deeper sorrows roll, "Frantic with dread she sighs, implores, she raves; "Whilst Horror paints me, to her sickening soul, "Dash'd on a rock, or whelm'd beneath the waves." Father of Heav'n, whose power controls the storms, For Me,-whate'er thy sov'reign will shall doom, |