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I, by meditation led,
Or in fine imaginings,
From the cups the Fairies darted, Which, no longer spell-bound, started Back again to seek for rest On the lake's translucent breast. O’er a hillock, daisy-specked, And with drooping cowslips decked, Clustered all the Fairy court, In the moonbeams formed to sport. I listened, breathless with delight, To the Elves, all wild and bright, Fluttering in the charmed night. Their wings so delicately played, That the dew upon the blade Trembled not-but calmly fair, Beamed to make the light more rare. Some shot upward to the moon, Went with thought, and came as soon :Others on the clouds' edge seated, All the stars surrounding greeted. But ere long I saw a Fairy, Floating on his pinions airy, Take a honeysuckle horn And wind it ;-quick the breath was borne Musically soft, like love, To the sportive Elves above, On the clouds, or near the moon :And, like falling showers at noon, In the beams of April-day, Down they shoot their sparkling way. “ Come," said one, with such a voice As bade the listening heart rejoice ; 'Twas like the air in heaven that lives, Or like the breath which evening gives,
When the mind is Fancy's guest, And the sun salutes the west With his purple light, that flushes The bashful sky, with rosy blushes :“Come, ye sparklers, come to earth! Furl your wings, which fan with mirth : All, like summer bloom descend On our Fairy-queen attend. Make her couch of flowers, that spring O'er this meadow ;-deftly bring The violets, so blue and sweet, To throw around her pearly feet :And the lilies seek and shed, To form a pillow for her head. On primrose couch her form shall rest, With pansies scattered near her breast. Let the daisy, yellow-hearted, With its white leaves starry-parted, And the cowslips, yellowy pale, Serve her as a flowery veilCatch the moonbeams from her eyes, And delight her as she lies !"-Oh! 'twas a bewitching sight, To watch those revellers of the night Wand'ring o'er the silent mead, To gather flowers to form a bed For their pretty queen to lie in ;The air grew fresher with their flying, The dew each form's reflection gave, And in its sweet sleep laughed the wave. : The couch was made,—the young queen shed Her beauty-brightness o'er the bed ;Alas!-the breezes from the west Came to sing her heart to rest;
They set a floating cloud before
And left me lying lonely there. From “The Naiad, a Tale; with other Poems," published anonymously, in 1816, the above exquisitely fanciful lines are taken; we very much regret that the author's name is unknown to us, and feel quite assured that in this regret our readers will participate.
SONG OF FAIRIES ROBBING AN ORCHARD.
TRANSLATED BY LEIGH HUNT,
From some Latin verses, in the old English drama of “ Amyntas,
or the Impossible Dowry."