PART III. But all are now gone, alas, alas! All have left this earth; alas, therefore ! And the world it is brought to a sorry pass. Oh, 'tis well the Sirens have left the shore, Or they fain would stop their own sweet ears, Not to hear our daring gibes and jeers. They're gone, how or wherefore the Chronicles fail And their route is still mark'd by the milky way; The windows were each like the full-orb'd moon, With floors inlaid with ormolu. And silver bells of many a sound, Sent music ever sweetly round. Hard by delicious gardens lay, And slopes and lakes and waterfalls, The sweet birds sang their madrigals; There trees did grow of every kind, And every colour, and young and old, With sweeping boughs, and silken rind, And leaves of brightest green and gold; And they bow'd their tops all link'd above, As if instinct with life and love. There was the wonderful Talking Bird, Was planted in garden of Araby; And whenever within the enchanted ground And the boughs threw off their concert sweet; The Water, the Bird, and the Singing Tree, Alone stood guardian angel there; No boisterous Satyrs there were found, Over their heads the ring-doves coo'd And the leopard lay stretch'd on the sunny ground, Venus came there with her team of Doves, Sported about in the sparkling dew And thither the Muses came full oft, And hand in hand with the Graces Three, And danced around the Singing Tree; O, it was the very "Bower of Bliss ;" PART V. O, had you seen the glorious fête The Graces gave-the month was May; And Beauty walk'd therein alway; But thither nor Naiad nor Nymph repair'd, I know there are some, and of early date, That strangely (both Latin and Greek) perplex The Zephyrs were of the ruder sex. They were softest and gentlest, most feminine, Oh, the Graces and Zephyrs! were never seen Ever together by night and by day. Through the flowery gardens breathed soft air, The Zephyrs walk'd round each loveliest spot, And planted anemones everywhere, For the flower was their "Forget me not," And the Graces said " This place shall take The Zephyrs' soft name for friendship's sake. "Your names be carved on every tree, Yours be these gardens, grove, and wood; Our mansion be Zephyr Lodge, and we Will form but one gentle sisterhood." But, alas! how wishes oft come to nought, Though Love and Friendship breathe the thought. The Zephyrs, the truth must be confess'd, As the Graces themselves, though gentle, yet Had a trifle too much, though scarcely express'd, Of the wanton air-O no, the coquette ! And their eyes gave a look, as eyes sometimes do That have often glanced over a billet-doux. Indeed it was said, and perchance with truth, PART VI. King Eolus, he was a surly crone, And he lived by the sea in a windy cave, 'Mid the comfortless blast, and the dreary moan, That ever came off the roaring wave— 'Twas in charge of him and his burly sons To keep the winds pent in bags and tuns. But though they kept them in barrels and bags, So careless were they of their mighty charge, That they often leak'd, and were split to rags By the winds rushing out, and thus set at large. And their vessels at best they seldom kept tight, And in quarrels oft turned the spigots for spite. But the Zephyrs and Graces to verdant shade, To tell their sweet tales, had wander'd away, And then by a crystal stream were laid, While on the green herbage their vestures lay; And their beautiful limbs were half in the stream, Half above, and lit by the leafy gleam. O Titian, bright was the splendid glow, Now Boreas he had been searching round The thick plantations, both far and near, O it forceth me even with tears to weep, That innocence is not safe and free- |