When blushing, like a bride, from Hope's trim bower
She leap'd, awaken’d by the pattering shower.
Now sheds the sinking Sun a deeper gleam,
Aid, lovely Sorceress ! aid thy Poet's dream!
With fairy wand O bid the Maid arise,
Chaste Joyance dancing in her bright-blue eyes ;
As erst when from the Muse's calm abode
came, with Learning's meed not unbestow'd :
When as she twin'd a laurel round my brow,
And met my kiss, and half return'd my vow,
O’er all my frame shot rapid my thrill'd heart,
And every nerve confess'd the electric dart.
O dear Deceit! I see the Maiden rise,
Chaste Joyance dancing in her bright-blue Eyes !
When first the lark high-soaring swells his throat,
Mocks the tir'd eye, and scatters the loud note,
1 trace her footsteps on th' accustom'd lawn
I mark hier glancing mid the gleams of dawn.
When the bent flower beneath the night-dew weeps
And on the lake the silver lustre sleeps,
Amid the paly radiance soft and sad,
She meets my lonely path in moon-beams clad,
With her along the streamlet's brink I rove;
With her I list the warblings of the grove ;
And seems in each low wind her voice to float !
Lone whispering Pity in each soothing note;
Spirits of Love ! ye heard her name! Obey
The powerful spell and to my haunt repair.
Whether on clust'ring pinions ye are there,
Where rich snows blossom on the Myrtle trees,
Or with fond languishment around my
fair Sigh in the loose luxuriance of her hair ; O heed the spell, and hither wing your way,