Morpheus, no more Thy poppies, cropt on Lethe's margin, shed 'Tis time to break thy leaden rod, And give thy flumbers o'er. But come, thou woodland Nymph, along, Fancy ever fair and free; Whether on the mountains straying, Or on beds of roses playing, Daughter of sweet Liberty. Through all the ivy-circled cave Soft mufic at thy birth was heard to found. And rock'd their smiling babe to rest. For thee, from every flower their tribute drew, Come in thy heav'nly woven veft, That That Iris' hand has ting'd in every dye, With which the paints the sky, Flowing o'er thy zoneless breast. III. Me, fweet enchantrefs, deign to bear O'er mifty hills, and curling clouds we ride, Where fleeps the thunder in its cell; Where the swift-wing'd light'nings dwell; Or where the bluft'ring ftorms are taught to blow. Now tread the milky way; Unnumber'd worlds that float in æther spy, Among the glittering planets ftray, To the lunar orbit fly, And mountains, fhores, and feas defcry. Now catch the mufic of the spheres; Have, in according chime, And fair proportion, rolling round, With each diviner found Attentive Silence, pierc'd thy lift'ning ears; VOL. IV. X Unheard Unheard by all, but thofe alone Whom to wisdom's fecret throne The Mufe, with heav'n-taught guidance, deigns to bring, In thy airy car, pervade, Where Plato's raptur'd spirit holds its folemn feat. But, Fancy, downward urge thy flight. With hoary frofts eternal crown'd, Let me fix my stedfaft feet. Urging their stubborn way the rocks among, But to the plains defcended, Their fudden rage is ended. Now loft in deep recefs of darkfome bowers, Again Again now fparkling through the meads Vefted foft with vernal flowers, Reflecting the majestic towers, Its peaceful flood the roving channel leads. From whofe low roof the curling smoak ascends, Its groves embrown'd with lengthen'd fhade; Of monarchs once retreat; In wild magnificence array'd, The pride of ancient times prefents, V. Near, fome imperial city feems to reign, With domes of art Vitruvian crown'd. Her mighty bulwarks threat the plain With many a work of death, and armed mound, Tall groves of crowded mafts arise; Their ftreamers waving to the fkies. The banks are white with fwelling fails, And distant veffels ftem the tide, Circling through pendant cliffs, and watery dales. While clouds the fleeting clouds pursue, And heaven appears to meet the ground; VI. Such are the scenes that oft invite To feed thee, Fancy, with delight. All that nature can create, Every |