2. But when the melancholy fit shall fall And hides the green hill in an April shroud; 15 20 3. She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die; Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; And be among her cloudy trophies hung. FANCY. EVER let the Fancy roam, At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, 25 30 Then let winged Fancy wander Through the thought still spread beyond her: Open wide the mind's cage-door, She 'll dart forth, and cloudward soar. O sweet Fancy! let her loose ;/ When the soundless earth is muffled, To banish Even from her sky. Sit thee there, and send abroad, Fancy, high-commission'd:- send her! Every thing is spoilt by use: Where's the cheek that doth not fade, Where's the eye, however blue, 70 Doth not weary? Where's the face At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Ere the God of Torment taught her While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. - Break the mesh Quickly break her prison-string And such joys as these she 'll bring. Let the winged Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home. ODE. BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth! souls in heaven too, Have ye Double-lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune With the spheres of sun and moon ; With the noise of fountains wond'rous, And the parle of voices thund'rous; 75 80 85 90 5 With the whisper of heaven's trees Brows'd by none but Dian's fawns; Thus ye live on high, and then ΙΟ 15 20 25 |