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Each melts in each, till one pervading kiss
Confound their currents in a sea of bliss!
'Twas thus-

But, Theon, 'tis a weary theme,
And thou delight'st not in my lingering dream.
Oh! that our lips were, at this moment, near,
And I would kiss thee into patience, dear!
And make thee smile at all the magic tales
Of star-light bowers and planetary vales,
Which my fond soul, inspired by thee and love,
In slumber's loom hath exquisitely wove.

But no; no more-soon as to-morrow's ray
O'er soft Ilissus shall dissolve away,

I'll fly, my Theon, to thy burning breast,
And there in murmurs tell thee all the rest :
Then, if too weak, too cold the vision seems,

Thy lip shall teach me something more than dreams!

THE SENSES.

A DREAM.

IMBOWER'D in the vernal shades,
And circled all by rosy fences,

I saw the five luxurious maids,
Whom mortals love, and call THE SENSES.

Many and blissful were the ways

In which they seem'd to pass their hours-
One wander'd through the garden's maze,
Inhaling all the soul of flowers;

Like those who live upon the smell
Of roses, by the Ganges' stream,*
With perfume from the flowr'et's bell,
She fed her life's ambrosial dream!

Another touch'd the silvery lute,
To chain a charmed sister's ear,
Who hung beside her, still and mute,
Gazing as if her eyes could hear!

Circa fontem Gangis Astomorum gentem tantum viventum et odore quem naribus trahant.

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PLIN. lib. vii. cap. 2.

The nymph who thrill'd the warbling wire Would often raise her ruby lip,

As if it pouted with desire

Some cooling, nectar'd draught to sip.

Nor yet was she who heard the lute
Unmindful of the minstrel maid,
But press'd the sweetest, richest fruit,
To bathe her ripe lip as she play'd!

But, oh! the fairest of the group

Was one who in the sunshine lay,

And oped the cincture's golden loop
That hid her bosom's panting play!

And still her gentle hand she stole
Along the snows, so smoothly orb'd,

And look'd the while as if her soul
Were in that heavenly touch absorb'd!

Another nymph, who linger'd nigh,
And held a prism of various light,
Now put the rainbow wonder by,

To look upon this lovelier sight.

And still as one's enamour'd touch

Adown the lapsing ivory fell,

The other's eye, entranced as much,

Hung giddy o'er its radiant swell!

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Too wildly charm'd, I would have fled-
But she who in the sunshine lay
Replaced her golden loop, and said,

"We pray thee for a moment stay.

"If true my counting pulses beat,

"It must be now almost the hour "When Love, with visitation sweet, "Descends upon our bloomy bower.

"And with him from the sky he brings "Our sister-nymph who dwells above"Oh! never may she haunt these springs "With any other god but Love!

“When he illumes her magic urn,

"And sheds his own enchantments in it, “Though but a minute's space it burn, ""Tis Heaven to breathe it but a minute!

"Not all the purest power we boast,

"Nor silken touch, nor vernal dye,

"Nor music, when it thrills the most,

"Nor balmy cup, nor perfume's sigh,

"Such transport to the soul can give,

"Though felt till time itself shall wither, "As in that one dear moment live,

"When Love conducts our sister hither!"

She ceased the air respired of bliss-
A languor slept in every eye;
And now the scent of Cupid's kiss

Declared the melting power was nigh!

I saw them come-the nymph and boy,
In twisted wreaths of rapture bound;
I saw her light the urn of joy,

While all her sisters languish'd round!

A sigh from every bosom broke—
I felt the flames around me glide,
Till with the glow I trembling woke,
And found myself by FANNY's side!

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