The untaught harmony of spring: While whifp'ring pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling. Where'er the oak's thick branches ftretch A broader browner fhade; Where'er the rude and mofs-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade 2, a bank O'er-canopied with luscious woodbine. Shakefp. Midf. Night's Dream. |