Whom the untaught Shepherds call PIXIES in their madrigal,

Fancy's children, here we dwell:

Welcome, Ladies! to our cell.

Here the wren of softest note

Builds it's nest and warbles well;

Here the blackbird strains his throat:

Welcome, LADIES! to our cell.

II.

When fades the moon all shadowy-pale
And scuds the cloud before the gale,
Ere MORN with living gems bedight
Streaks the east with purple light,

We sip the furze-flowr's fragrant dews
Clad in robes of rainbow hues

Richer than the deepen'd bloom

That glows on Summer's scented plume :

Or sport amid the rosy gleam

Sooth'd by the distant-tinkling team,

While lusty LABOR Scouting sorrow

Bids the DAME a glad good-morrow,

Who jogs th' accustom'd road along,

And paces cheery to her cheering song.

III.

But not our filmy pinion

We scorch amid the blaze of day,

When NOONTIDE's fiery-tressed Minion

Flashes the fervid ray.

Aye from the sultry heat

O'ercanopied by huge roots intertwin'd

With wildest texture, blacken'd o'er with age:

Round them their mantle green the ivies bind,

Beneath whose foliage pale

Fann'd by the unfrequent gale

We shield us from the Tyrant's mid-day rage.

IV.

Thither, while the murm'ring throng
Of wild-bees hum their drowsy song,
By Indolence and Fancy brought,

A youthful BARD, “unknown to Fame,"
Wooes the Queen of Solemn Thought,
And heaves the gentle mis'ry of a sigh

Gazing with tearful eye,

As round our sandy grot appear

Many a rudely sculptur'd name

To pensive MEM'RY dear!

Weaving gay dreams of sunny-tinctur'd hue
We glance before his view :

O'er his hush'd soul our soothing witch'ries shed,
And twine our faery garlands round his head.

V.

When EVENING's dusky car

Crown'd with her dewy star

Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight;

On leaves of aspen trees

We tremble to the breeze,

Veil'd from the grosser ken of mortal sight.

Or, haply, at the visionary hour,

Along our wild sequestred walk,

We listen to th' enamour'd rustic's talk ;

Heave with the heavings of the maiden's breast,

Where young-eyed Loves have built their turtle nest

Or guide of soul-subduing power

Th' electric flash, that from the melting eye
Darts the fond question and the soft reply.

VI.

Or thro' the mystic ringlets of the vale
We flash our faery feet in gamesome prank;
Or, silent-sandal'd, pay our defter court

Circling the SPIRIT of the WESTERN GALE,
Where, wearied with his flower-caressing sport,
Supine he slumbers on a violet bank;

Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam,
By lonely OTTER's sleep-persuading stream;
Or where his wave with loud unquiet song
Dash'd o'er the rocky channel froths along ;