Let me breathe upon their skies, Of chilly rain, and shivering air. Will sear my plumage newly budded Lift their eyes above the bubbles, Love me, blue-eyed Fairy! true, Zep. Gentle Breama! by the first I will bathe myself with thee, Beyond the nimble-wheeled quest Beneath the cherish of a star Thou shalt taste, before the stains Sal. Out, ye aguish Fairies, out! VOL. II. Keep ye with your frozen breath, Couches warm as their's are cold? O for a fiery gloom and thee, T Dusketha, so enchantingly Freckle-wing'd and lizard-sided! Dus. By thee, Sprite, will I be guided! Frost and flame, or sparks, or sleet, Sprite of Fire, I follow thee To the torrid spouts and fountains, Touch the very pulse of fire With my bare unlidded eyes. Sal. Sweet Dusketha! paradise! Off, ye icy Spirits, fly! Frosty creatures of the sky! Dus. Breathe upon them, fiery sprite! Zep.) Bre Away! away to our delight! Sal. Go, feed on icicles, while we Bedded in tongue-flames will be. Dus. Lead me to those feverous glooms, Bre. Me to the blooms, Blue-eyed Zephyr, of those flowers Far in the west where the May-cloud lowers; And the beams of still Vesper, when winds are all wist, Are shed thro' the rain and the milder mist, And twilight your floating bowers. ODE ON INDOLENCE. “They toil not, neither do they spin.” 1819. I. ONE morn before me were three figures seen, With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced; And one behind the other stepp'd serene, In placid sandals, and in white robes graced; They pass'd, like figures on a marble urn, When shifted round to see the other side; They came again; as when the urn once more Is shifted round, the first seen shades return; And they were strange to me, as may betide With vases, to one deep in Phidian lore. II. How is it, Shadows! that I knew ye not? To steal away, and leave without a task My idle days? Ripe was the drowsy hour; The blissful cloud of summer-indolence |