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The florets, opening, from their young cups dart
The carmine blush, the yellow lustre clear:

And now entranced I drink
Thy breath in living balms !

And not a ryegrass trembles, but it gives
A scent salubrious : not a flower exhales

Its odours, but it breathes
O'er all a cool repose.

Mild shadowy power! whilst now thy tresses,

bathed In primrose tints, the snowdrop's coldness shed

On skyblue hyacinths,
Thy chaste and simple wreath;

While flows to Zephyr thy transparent robe,
Stealing the colours of the lunar bow,

How short thy vestal reign
Amid the rosy lawn!

Yes! if thou mix the saffron hues that stream
From the bright orient with the roscid rays

Of yonder orb that hangs
A silvery drop on high ;

Or if thou love, along the lucent sod,
To catch the sparkles of thy modest star;

With all the mingled beams
Heightening some virgin's bloom;

Fleet as the shadow from the breded heaven
Brushing the gossamer, thy steps retire

Within the gelid gloom
Of thy green-vested oak.

There, as its ambient arch with airy sweep
Chequers the ground, thine eyes of dewy light

Pursue the turf that floats
In many a tremulous wave.


And now, retreating to the breezy marge
Of the pure stream, thy ruby fingers rear

The new-blown flowers that wake

To tinge its crystal tide :
Or gently on thine alabaster urn
Thy head reclines, beneath some aged beech

That mid the crisped brook
Steeps its long-wreathed roots.

While from the cave where first thine essence sprung,

[spars, Where the chaste Naiads ranged their glittering

Rills, trickling through the moss,

Purl o'er the pebbled floor. There sleep till eve; as now the tyrant heat Kindles, with rapid strides, the extensive lawn,

And e'en thy favourite haunt,

The verdurous oak, invades.
And may no vapours from that osier'd bank
Annoy thee-thou, whose delicacy dreads,

Though shrinking from the sun,

The sallow's stagnant shade. There sleep till eve; unless the spring-loved

Pattering among the foliage, bid thee rise

To taste those transient blooms
That with the rainbow live.



There sleep till eve; when as thy parent Air
With feathery softness flutters o'er thine urn,

And midst the vermeil bower,

The dew thy feet impearls ;
Joy'd shalt thou hail the watery-tinted cloud,
Whose radiant skirts half hide the westering orb,

Whilst a fine emerald hue
The whole horizon stains ;

Till through the fragrance of his sweetbriar leaves
Thy glowworm flings a solitary ray,

As peace descends, to hush
The twilight-bosom’d scene !



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-RAPT in thought that bids thee rise
In all thy forms before mine eyes,
I glow with joy to see thee come

In rosy health and youthful bloom:
And now cold horror trembles o'er my soul,

When thou, in blank uncertainty array'd,

With iron-hearted deaf control
Throw'st all around thy awful dubious shade.

Oh, give my song, mysterious power,
The joys and terrors of thy sway to tell,
Thy sway o'er universal nature spread,
The sweetest hope of man, and darkest dread!
Behold, where shivering in the rattling hail,

While drizzling black clouds o'er him lour,
Bent o'er his staff, with livid visage fell,

Dull Winter stays his creeping step to pause,

And wishful turns his icy eyes On April's meads. Beckoning on flowery May, With gentle shadowy hand thou movest away The lingering churl. Swift o'er the primrose dale The new-waked bee his humming labour plies;

And sudden from each budding grove

Incense to heaven, the songs of love, Attest rejoicing Nature's glad applause.

Glistening with dew the green-hair'd Spring Walks though the woods; and, smiling in her train,

Youth flutters gay on cherub wing ; And life exulting lifts the eye to heaven.

And crown'd with bearded grain,

And hay grass breathing odours bland, Bold Summer comes in manhood's lusty prime.

Anon his place is given

To veteran Autumn: yellow glows His waving robe: with conscious mien sublime

He proudly lifts his sun-brown'd brows

High o'er the loaded clime.
For him the full-orb’d moon with orange rays
Gilds mild the night; for him her course delays;
And jolly wealth lies wide beneath his hand.

But soon decrepit age he shows,
And all his golden honours past,
Naked before October's blast,

He flies the plunder'd land.
With hoary bearded cheek and front severe,
Of angry fretful scowl, from forest wild,
Now rheum-eyed Winter hastens to the plain ;
The hollow blast low groaning in his ear,
Round his bald head the brown leaves drift amain;

And soon his snowy mantle wide he throws

O’er vale and hill, and icicles he weeps.
The sun withdraws his golden rays,
And short his cold diurnal visit pays

With faint and silvery beam,
As listless to disturb the deep repose,

While languid nature sleeps.
Anon to social mirth beguiled,

Safe from the tempest breme

That howls without, and beating rain,
The tyrant bids the friendly hearth to blaze;

And with the feats of former days,
Of battles dread, and heroes slain,
And valiant deeds of many a knight,

And loves of ladies passing bright,
The long-contented evening sweet he cheers;
While from his day-sport on the ice-bound stream,
Weary return'd, with wonder and delight,
Unrazor'd youth the various legend hears.

These are thy grateful changes, mighty power,
Vicissitude! But far more grateful still
When now from Nature's frozen sleep profound,

Invigor'd vegetation wakes,

And Spring, with primrose garland crown’d, The seeds of plenty o'er the fuming ground From her green mantle shakes.


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