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Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind– And yet, thou did'st not look unkind.
I saw a vapour in the sky, Thin, and white, and very high; I ne'er beheld so thin a cloud : Perhaps the breezes that can fly Now below and now above, Have snatched aloft the lawny shroud Of Lady fair—that died for love. For maids, as well as youths, have perished From fruitless love too fondly cherished. Nay, treacherous images leave my mind— For Lewti never will be kind.
Hush my heedless feet from under
I would it were your true delight
I know the place where Lewti lies,
Oh! that she saw me in a dream,
THE PICTURE, OR THE LOVER'S
THRoug H weeds and thorns, and matted underwood
Soar up, and form a melancholy vault
Here Wisdom might resort, and here Remorse;
But hence, fond wretch! breathe not contagion here! No myrtle-walks are these: these are no groves Where Love dare loiter | If in sullen mood He should stray hither, the low stumps shall gore His dainty feet, the briar and the thorn Make his plumes haggard. Like a wounded bird Easily caught, ensnare him, O ye Nymphs, Ye Oreads chaste, ye dusky Dryades 1 And you, ye EARTH-winds! you that make at morn The dew-drops quiver on the spiders' webs : You, O ye wingless AIRs 1 that creep between The rigid stems of heath and bitten furze, Within whose scanty shade, at summer-noon,
The mother-sheep hath worn a hollow bed—
This is my hour of triumph : I can now With my own fancies play the merry fool, And laugh away worse folly, being free. Here will I seat myself, beside this old, Hollow, and weedy oak, which ivy-twine Clothes as with net-work: here will I couch my limbs, Close by this river, in this silent shade, As safe and sacred from the step of man As an invisible world—unheard, unseen, And listening only to the pebbly brook That murmurs with a dead, yet bell-like sound Tinkling, or bees, that in the neighbouring trunk Make honey-hoards. The breeze, that visits me, Was never Love's accomplice, never raised The tendril ringlets from the maiden's brow, And the blue, delicate veins above her cheek; Ne'er played the wanton—never half disclosed The maiden's snowy bosom, scattering thence