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Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus' self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heaped Elysian flowers, and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free His half-regained Eurydice. /• These delights if thou canst give, y Mirth, with thee I mean to live.
Hence, vain, deluding Joys,
The brood of Eplbywithout father bred! How little you bestead 1
• Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! •Dwell in somvdle^ JU^^ ,
And fancies VFond with^gaudy shapes)possess, As thick and numberless
As the gay motes that people the sun-beams. Or likest hovering'dreams,
• The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train. But, hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy!
i Whose sainilv^risage is too bright'
sense of human sight, 15 And therefore to our w^alcerview,
O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's huej,-- l Black, but such as in esteem —
Prince Memnon's sister might beseem,
Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove to To set her beauty's praise above
The Sea-Nymph's, and their powers offended.
Yet thou art higher far descended: .
(Thee bright-haired Vesta long of yore
To solitary Saturn bore; » His*paughter she; in Saturn's reign,
Such mixture was not held a stain.
Oftjp glinuneringlbowersjand glades
He metlher, andjin secret shades
Of woody Ida's inmost grove.
Whilst yet there was no fear of Jove.
Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure,
Sober, steadfast, and|demure,
All in k robejof darjkest grain,
FloWinglwitn |maje^tic tram,
Ana sable stole.pf cypress lawn
Over thy aecenr3houlders. draj
!ome; but keep thy wonted i
With even step, and musing gait,
And looks commercing with the skies,
Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes:
There, held in holy passion still,
Forget thyself to marble, till
With a'gaaleaden downward cast
Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet,
Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet,
And hears the Muses in a ring
Aye round about Jove's altar sing;
And add to these retired Leisure,
That in trim gardens takes his pleasure;
But, first and chiefest, with thee bring
Him that yon soars on golden wing,
Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne,
The Cherub Contemplation;
» And the mute Silence hist along,
>'Less Philomel will deign a song,*
In her sweetest saddest plight,T>^^
Smoothing the rugged brow of Night,
While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke
60 Gently o'er th' accustomed oak.
Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy!
Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among
I woo, to hear thy even-song;
85 And, missing thee, I walk unseen
On the dry smooth-shaven greenr'^
To behold the wandering moon,
, Riding near her highest noon, -"
Like one that had been led astray
To Through the heaven's wide pathless way,
And oft, as if her head she bowed,
Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Oft, on a plat of rising ground, ■f"""'
I hear the far-off curfew sound,
76 Over some wide-watered shore, — VJswinging slow with sullen roar;
jJ-Or, if the air will not permit,
ft Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room . s0 Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, } Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm -"* **"
To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Or let my lamp, at midnight hour,
Be seen in some high lonely tower,
Where I may oft outwatch the Bear,
With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere
The spirit of Plato, to unfold
What worlds or what vast regions hold
The immortal mind that hath forsook
Her mansion in this fleshly nook;
And of those demons that are found
In fire, air, flood, or underground,
Whose power hath a true consent
With planet or with element.
Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy
In sceptred pall come sweeping by,
Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line,
/'"Or the tale of Troy divine.
Or what (though rare) of later age
Ennobled hath the buskined stage.
But, 0 sad Virgin! that thy power
Might raise Musseus from his bower;
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing
Such notes as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek,
And made Hell grant what love did seek
Or call up him that left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold,
Of Camball, and of Algarsife,
And who had Canace to wife,