Clear amethyfts combin'd their purple gleam "The damfel faid, the ftream of heav'nly fight, "See how the living waters bound and shine, From her foft hand the lucid urn he took, And quaff'd the nectar with a tender look: Straight from his eyes a cloud of darkness flew, Not all the groves, where ancient bards have told Of vegetable gems, and blooming gold, Not all the bow'rs which oft in flow'ry lays And folemn tales Arabian poets praise, Though ftreams of honey flow'd through ev'ry mead, Though balm and amber drop'd from ev'ry reed, Held half the fweets that nature's ample hand Or fhow their beauties to the funny skies, Here wav'd their plumes that shone with varying dyes; But chiefly he, that o'er the verdant plain Spreads the gay eyes that grace his spangled train; And he, that, proudly failing, loves to fhow The monarch view'd their beauties o'er and o'er, He was all eye, and look'd from ev'ry pore. But now the damfel calls him from his trance; And o'er the lawn delighted they advance: G 2 They They pass the hall adorn'd with royal state, A foothing found he heard, (but tafted firft That touch'd with flying hands the trembling lyre; Caught with sweet extasy his ravish'd heart; An hundred nymphs their charming descants play'd, The tuneful stream that murmur'd as it rose, The birds that on the trees bewail'd their woes, The boughs, made vocal by the whisp’ring gale, A tender voice that strikes his wond'ring ears; A beauteous bird in our rude climes unknown, That on a leafy arbour fits alone, * Hearing. Strains Strains his sweet throat, and waves his purple wings, And thus in human accents foftly fings: "Rife, lovely pair, a fweeter bow'r invites "Your eager steps, a bow'r of new delights; "Youth, like a thin anemone, displays "His filken leaf, and in a morn decays. "See, gentle youth, a rofy-bosom❜d bride, The damfel fmil'd; the blufhing boy was pleas'd, Soon the third door he pass'd with eager hafte, * Smell. His His ravifh'd fense a scene of pleasure meets, A maze of joy, a paradise of sweets. Through jasmine bow'rs, and vi'let-fcented vales, On filken pinions flew the wanton gales, Arabian odours on the plants they left, And whisper'd to the woods their spicy theft; Beneath the shrubs that spread a trembling fhade The musky roes, and fragrant civets play'd. As when at eve an eastern merchant roves From Hadramut to Aden's spikenard groves, Has pafs'd, with caffia fraught, and balmy store, Charm'd with the scent that hills and vales diffuse, His grateful journey gayly he purfues; Thus pleas'd the monarch fed his eager foul, And from each breeze a cloud of fragrance ftole. But now the nymph, who figh'd for sweeter joy, To the fourth gate conducts the blooming boy: * Tafte. |