Along our wildly-bower'd sequester'd walk, Or guide of soul-subduing power The glance, that from the half-confessing eyet VI. Or through the mystic ringlets of the vale We flash our faery 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 smoothed to rest, The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast. VII. Hence thou lingerer, Light! Mother of wildly-working dreams! we view * Have built.-1796. + Th' electric flash that from the melting eye.—ib. Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew. Thy power the Pixies own, And clouds in watery colours drest VIII. Welcome, Ladies! to the cell Where the blameless Pixies dwell: But thou, sweet Nymph! proclaim'd our Faery Queen, With what obeisance meet Thy presence shall we greet? For lo! attendant on thy steps are seen With Honour's softer mien ; Whose tearful cheeks are lovely to the view As snow-drop wet with dew. IX. Unboastful Maid! though now the Lily pale The purpling vale and elfin-haunted grove, MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WHAT a wonder seems the fear of death, Night following night for threescore years and ten ! Away, Grim Phantom! Scorpion King, away! Made each chance knell from distant spire or dome * The original opening of this Monody (as printed in the Volumes of 1796, 1797, and 1803) was as follows: *Too long before the vexing Storm-blast driven Thou at the throne of mercy and thy God Yet oft, perforce, ('tis suffering Nature's call) I weep that heaven-born Genius so should fall; Now indignation checks the feeble sigh, [eye! Or flashes through the tear† that glistens in mine "When faint and sad o'er Sorrow's desart wild No Assume, O Death, the cherub wings of Peace, Yet oft ('tis Nature's bosom-startling call)," &c. And now a flash of indignation high 1796. Is this the land of song-ennobled line ? Ah me! yet Spenser, gentlest bard divine, Pity hopeless hung her head, While “mid the pelting of that merciless storm," Sunk to the cold earth Otway's famish'd form ! Sublime of thought, and confident of fame, How dauntless Ælla fray'd the Dacyan foe; Exulting in the spirits' genial throe In tides of power his life-blood seems to flow.† * Avon, a river near Bristol; the birth-place of Chatterton. How dauntless Ælla fray'd the Dacyan foes; And, as floating high in air Glitter the sunny visions fair His eyes dance rapture, and his bosom glows! 1796. In the editions of 1797 and 1803 the poem continues here "Ah! where are fled the charms," &c., the whole of the intermediate passage being omitted. |