Hast thou a goblet for dark sparkling wine? Of Armida the fair, and Rinaldo the bold? Hast thou a steed with a mane richly flowing? Hast thou a trumpet rich melodies blowing? 5 IO And wear'st thou the shield of the fam'd Britomartis ? What is it that hangs from thy shoulder, so brave, Embroider'd with many a spring peering flower? Is it a scarf that thy fair lady gave? And hastest thou now to that fair lady's bower? Ah! courteous Sir Knight, with large joy thou art crown'd; Full many the glories that brighten thy youth! I will tell thee my blisses, which richly abound On this scroll thou seest written in characters fair Of charming my mind from the trammels of pain. This canopy mark: 'tis the work of a fay; Beneath its rich shade did King Oberon languish, When lovely Titania was far, far away, And cruelly left him to sorrow, and anguish. 15 20 25 In line 37 we have And for So, and in line 39 song for tale. None of these variations are shown by the other copy, which corresponds almost exactly with the volume of 1817, but reads line 31 thus: The wandering spirits of Heaven are mute. There, oft would he bring from his soft sighing lute listen'd; The wondering spirits of heaven were mute, 30 And tears 'mong the dewdrops of morning oft glisten'd. In this little dome, all those melodies strange, Soft, plaintive, and melting, for ever will sigh; Nor e'er will the notes from their tenderness change; 35 Nor e'er will the music of Oberon die. So, when I am in a voluptuous vein, I pillow my head on the sweets of the rose, And list to the tale of the wreath, and the chain, Till its echoes depart; then I sink to repose. Adieu, valiant Eric! with joy thou art crown'd; I too have my blisses, which richly abound In magical powers, to bless and to sooth. 40 ΤΟ HADST thou liv'd in days of old, O what wonders had been told And thy humid eyes that dance In the midst of their own brightness; Turn to whence they sprung before. Peeps the richness of a pearl. Full, and round like globes that rise 5 ΤΟ 15 20 Through sunny air. Add too, the sweetness Of thy honey'd voice; the neatness Of thine ankle lightly turn'd : With those beauties, scarce discern'd, Kept with such sweet privacy, 25 Which, O heavens! I should see, Has plac'd a golden cuirass there; Like sunbeams in a cloudlet nested Thy locks in knightly casque are rested : Like the gentle lilly's blooms 45 40 |