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The fever from my cheek, and sigh
And many a nymph who wreathes her brows The full new life that feeds thy breath
with sedge, Throughout my frame, till Doubt and Death, And sheds the freshening dew; and, lovelier Il brethren, let the fancy fly
The pensive pleasures sweet,
Prepare thy shadowy car.
Then let me rove some wild and leathy A hundred spirits whisper “Peace ! ”
Whose walls more awful nod
Or, if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, ODE TO EVENING.
Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut
That, from the mountain's side, If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,
Views wilds, and swelling floods, May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest
And hamlets brown, and dim discovered ear, Like thy own brawling springs,
spires; Thy springs, and dying gales
And hears, their simple bell, and marks o'er
Thy dewy fingers draw O Nymph reserved, while now the bright
The gradual dusky veil. haired Sun Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts, While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft With brede ethereal wove,
he wont, O'erhang his wavy bed.
And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve!
While Summer loves to sport Now air is hushed, save where the weak Beneath thy lingering light;
eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves; wing;
Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Or where the beetle winds
Affrights thy shrinking train, His small but sullen horn,
And rudely rends thy robes;
0—when the moon shines, and dogs do howl, Then, then, is the joy of the Horned Owl!
Mysterious Night! when our first parent Mourn not for the Owl, nor his gloomy plight; knew
The Owl hath his share of good : Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, If a prisoner he be in the broad daylight, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, He is lord in the dark greenwood ! This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Nor lonely the bird, nor his ghastly mateYet 'neath the curtain of translucent dew,
They are each unto each a pride; Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Thrice fonder perhaps, since a strange, dark Hesperus with the host of heaven came,
fate And lo! creation widened in man's view. Hath rent them from all beside! Who could have thought such darkness lay So, when the night falls, and dogs do hool, concealed
Sing Ho! for the reign of the Horned Orol! Within thy beams, O Sun! or who could find,
We know not alway While fly, and leaf, and insect lay revealed,
Who are kings by day, That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us But the King of the night is the bold brown blind!
Orl! Why do we, then, shun Death with anxious
strife ?If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life ?