Morpheus, no more

Thy poppies, cropt on Lethe's margin, shed
Around thy languid poet's head.
Thou drowsy god,

'Tis time to break thy leaden rod,

And give thy flumbers o'er.

But come, thou woodland Nymph, along,
Mistress of the vocal fong,

Fancy ever fair and free;

Whether on the mountains straying,

Or on beds of roses playing,

Daughter of sweet Liberty.
II.

Through all the ivy-circled cave

Soft mufic at thy birth was heard to found.
The Graces danc'd thy bower around,
And gently dipt thee in the filver wave.
With bloffoms fair thy cradle drest,

And rock'd their smiling babe to rest.
To kifs thy lips, the bees, a murmuring throng,
With bufy wings, unnumber'd flew;

For thee, from every flower their tribute drew,
And lull'd thy flumbers with an airy fong.

Come in thy heav'nly woven veft,

That

That Iris' hand has ting'd in every dye,

With which the paints the sky,

Flowing o'er thy zoneless breast.

III.

Me, fweet enchantrefs, deign to bear
O'er the feas, and through the air;
O'er the plains extended wide,

O'er mifty hills, and curling clouds we ride,
Now mounting high, now finking low,
Through hail and rain, and vapours go;
Where is treafur'd up the fnow:

Where fleeps the thunder in its cell;

Where the swift-wing'd light'nings dwell; Or where the bluft'ring ftorms are taught to blow. Now tread the milky way;

Unnumber'd worlds that float in æther spy,

Among the glittering planets ftray,

To the lunar orbit fly,

And mountains, fhores, and feas defcry.

Now catch the mufic of the spheres;
Which, fince the birth of time,

Have, in according chime,

And fair proportion, rolling round,

With each diviner found

Attentive Silence, pierc'd thy lift'ning ears;

VOL. IV.

X

Unheard

Unheard by all, but thofe alone

Whom to wisdom's fecret throne

The Mufe, with heav'n-taught guidance, deigns to bring,
To trace the facred paths with hallowed feet;
Or, Fancy, who the mystic shade,

In thy airy car, pervade,

Where Plato's raptur'd spirit holds its folemn feat.
IV.

But, Fancy, downward urge thy flight.
On fome mountain's towering height,

With hoary frofts eternal crown'd,
Rapt with dusky vapours round,

Let me fix my stedfaft feet.
I feel, I feel the fanning gales;
The wat'ry mists beneath retreat.
The noontide ray now darts its heat,
And pours its glories o'er the vales.
Glittering to the dancing beams,

Urging their stubborn way the rocks among,
I hear, and fee a thousand streams
Foam, and roar, and rush along.

But to the plains defcended,

Their fudden rage is ended.

Now loft in deep recefs of darkfome bowers,

Again

Again now fparkling through the meads

Vefted foft with vernal flowers,

Reflecting the majestic towers,

Its peaceful flood the roving channel leads.
There the rural cots are feen,

From whofe low roof the curling smoak ascends,
And dims with blueifh volumes all the green.
There fome foreft far extends

Its groves embrown'd with lengthen'd fhade;
Embosom❜d where fome Gothic feat,

Of monarchs once retreat;

In wild magnificence array'd,

The pride of ancient times prefents,
And lifts, in contrast fair display'd,
Its fun reflecting battlements.

V.

Near, fome imperial city feems to reign,
Triumphant o'er the subject land;

With domes of art Vitruvian crown'd.
See gleam her gilded spires around,
Her gates in aweful grandeur stand.
Equal to fhine in peace, or war fustain ;

Her mighty bulwarks threat the plain

With many a work of death, and armed mound,
Where rolls her wealthy river deep and wide,

Tall

groves of crowded mafts arise;

Their ftreamers waving to the fkies.

The banks are white with fwelling fails,

And distant veffels ftem the tide,

Circling through pendant cliffs, and watery dales.
The ruffet hills, the valleys green beneath,
The fallows brown, and dufky heath,
The yellow corn, empurpled vine,
In union foft their tints combine,
And, Fancy, all engage thine eye
With a sweet variety.

While clouds the fleeting clouds pursue,
In mutual fhade, and mutual light,
The changing landscape meets the fight;
'Till the ken no more can view;

And heaven appears to meet the ground;
The rifing lands, and azure diftance drown'd
Amid the gay horizon's golden bound.

VI.

Such are the scenes that oft invite

To feed thee, Fancy, with delight.

All that nature can create,
Beauteous, aweful, new and great,
Sweet enthusiast, is thy treasure,
Source of wonder, and of pleasure ;

Every