ile rocking winds are piping loud, usher'd with a shower still,
en the gust hath blown his fill,
ding on the rustling leaves,
ith minute drops from off the eaves.
d when the sun begins to fling
s flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring
arched walks of twilight groves,
nd shadows brown that Sylvan loves
f pine, or monumental oak,
here the rude axe with heaved stroke
as never heard the Nymphs to daunt,
r fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
here in close covert by some brook,
Where no profaner eye may look,
Tide me from day's garish eye,
While the bee with honied thigh,
hat at her flowery work doth sing,
nd the waters murmuring
With such consort as they keep,
Entice the dewy-feather'd sleep;
And let some strange mysterious dream
Wave at his wings in airy stream
Of lively portraiture display'd,
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.
146 dewy] Liquidique potentia somni.' Val. Flac. iv. 18.
Irriguus somnus.' Plaut. Ep. i. ii. 18. Dewy sleep.
Henry More's Poems, p. 263.
148 Wave] Consult Warton's note on the structure of these lines.
With antic pillars massy proof,
And storied windows richly dight,
Casting a dim religious light:
There let the pealing organ blow,
To the full voic'd quire below,
In service high, and anthems clear,
As may with sweetness, through mi
Dissolve me into ecstasies,
And bring all heav'n before mine ey
And may at last my weary age
Find out the peaceful hermitage,
The hairy gown and mossy cell,
Where I may sit and rightly spell
Of every star that heav'n doth show,
And every herb that sips the dew;
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
These pleasures Melancholy give,
And I with thee will choose to live.
156 pale] Warton conjectures that the right 'the studious cloister's pale.' i. e. enclosure.
immerian desert ever dwell.
ou Goddess fair and free,
clep'd Euphrosyne,
1, heart-easing Mirth,
y Venus at a birth
ster Graces more,
ned Bacchus bore;
(as some sager sing)
ind that breathes the spring,
Quips, and Cranks, and wanton
Nods, and Becks, and wreathed S
Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek;
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sid
Come, and trip it as you go,
On the light fantastic toe;
And in thy right hand lead with th
The mountain nymph, sweet Libert
And if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee
sted eglantine:
cock with lively din
he rear of darkness thin,
e stack, or the barn-door,
ruts his dames before:
ng how the hounds and horn
use the slumb'ring morn,
side of some hoar hill,
he high wood echoing shrill :
⇒ walking, not unseen,
-row elms, on hillocks green,
_inst the eastern gate,
s] Gallum noctem explodentibus alis.' Lucret.
Habington's Castora, p. 8, ed. 1640.
With the shrill musicke of the horne.' Warton.
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