Sleep, quiet with his poppy coronet : For what there may be worthy in these rhymes I partly owe to him: and thus, the chimes 350 Of friendly voices had just given place Smiled at each other. Happy he who trusts 355 To clear Futurity his darling fame! Then there were fauns and satyrs taking aim 360 At swelling apples with a frisky leap And reaching fingers, 'mid a luscious heap Of vine leaves. Then there rose to view a fane Of liny marble, and thereto a train 365 Of nymphs approaching fairly o'er the sward: And some are hearing, eagerly, the wild 370 See, in another picture, nymphs are wiping At the bath's edge, and keeps a gentle motion 375 380 Sappho's meek head was there half smiling down At nothing; just as though the earnest frown Great Alfred's too, with anxious, pitying eyes, Of out-spread wings, and from between them shone She overlook'd things that I scarce could tell. 385 390 395 400 STANZAS. IN a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember |