He felt the charms of Edith's eyes,
Nor wanted hope to gain the prize,
Could ladies look within;

But one Sir Topaz drefs'd with art,
And, if a fhape could win a heart,
He had a fhape to win.

Edwin, if right I read my song,
With flighted paffion pac'd along
All in the moony light;

'T was near an old enchanted court,
Where sportive fairies made refort
To revel out the night.

His heart was drear, his hope was crofs'd,
'T was late, 't was far, the path was loft
That reach'd the neighbour-town;
With weary steps he quits the fhades,
Refolv'd, the darkling dome he treads,
And drops his limbs adown.

But fcant he lays him on the floor,
When hollow winds remove the door,

And, trembling, rocks the ground i

And, well I ween to count aright,
At once a hundred tapers light
On all the walls around.

Now founding tongues affail his ear,
Now founding feet approachen near,

And now the founds increase;

And

And from the corner where he lay
He fees a train profusely gay

Come prankling o'er the place.

But (trust me, Gentles!) never yet
Was dight a mafquing half fo neat,
Or half fo rich before;

The country lent the sweet perfumes,
The fea the pearl, the fky the plumes,
The town its filken store.

Now whilst he gaz'd, a gallant dreft
In flaunting robes above the rest,
With awful accent cry'd ;

What mortal of a wretched mind,
Whofe fighs infect the balmy wind,
Has here prefum'd to hide ?

At this the fwain, whose venturous foul
No fears of magic art control,

Advanc'd in open fight;

"Nor have I cause of dreed, he said, "Who view, by no prefumption led, "Your revels of the night.

" 'Twas grief, for scorn of faithful love, "Which made my steps unweeting rove "Amid the nightly dew."

"'Tis well, the gallant cries again,

"We fairies never injure men

"Who dare to tell us true.

"Exalt thy love-dejected heart,

"Be mine the task, or ere we part,
"To make thee grief refign;

"Now take the pleasure of thy chaunce;
"Whilft I with Mab, my partner, daunce,
"Be little Mable thine."

He fpoke, and all a fudden there
Light mufic floats in wanton air;

The monarch leads the queer:

The reft their fairy partners found:
And Mable trimly tript the ground
With Edwin of the Green.

The dauncing paft, the board was laid,
And fiker fuch a feaft was made,
As heart and lip defire,

Withouten hands the difhes fly,
The glaffes with a wish come night,
And with a wish retire.

But, now to please the fairy king,
Full every deal they laugh and fing,
And antic feats devife;

Some wind and tumble like an ape,
And other fome tranfmute their shape
In Edwin's wondering eyes.

Till one at laft, that Robin hight,
Renown'd for pinching maids by night,
Has bent him up aloof;

And

And full against the beam he flung,
Where by the back the youth he hung
To spraul unneath the roof.

From thence, "Reverfe my charm, he cries, "And let it fairly now fuffice

"The gambol has been fhown."

But Oberon anfwers with a fmile, "Content thee Edwin for a while,

"The vantage is thine own."

Here ended all the phantom-play;
They fmelt the fresh approach of day,
And heard a cock to crow;

The whirling wind that bore the crowd
Has clapp'd the door, and whistled loud,
To warn them all to go.

Then fcreaming all at once they fly,
And all at once the tapers dye;
Poor Edwin falls to floor;

Forlorn his state, and dark the place,
Was never wight in fuch a cafe
Through all the land before.

But foon as Dan Apollo rofe,
Full jolly creature home he goes,
He feels his back the lefs;

His honeft tongue and steady mind
Had rid him of the lump behind,

Which made him want fuccefs.

With lufty livelyhed he talks,

He feems a dauncing as he walks,
His story soon took wind;

And beauteous Edith fees the youth
Endow'd with courage, fenfe, and truth,
Without a bunch behind.

The ftory told, Sir Topaz mov'd,
The youth of Edith erst approv'd,
To fee the revel scene:

At clofe of eve he leaves his home,
And wends to find the ruin'd dome
All on the gloomy plain.

As there he bides, it so befell,
The wind came rustling down a dell,
A fhaking feiz'd the wall;

Up fpring the tapers as before,
The fairies bragly foot the floor,
And mufic fills the hall.

But certes forely funk with woe
Sir Topaz fees the Elphin show,
His fpirits in him dye :

When Oberon crys, "A man is near,
"A mortal paffion, cleeped fear,
"Hangs flagging in the sky."

With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth!
In accents faultering, ay for ruth

Intreats them pity graunt ;

For