Myself to things of light from infancy; Her lucid bow, continuing thus: “Drear, drear Withheld me first; and then decrees of fate ; Thou shouldst, my love, by some unlook'd-for change Be spiritualized. Peona, we shall range These forests, and to thee they safe shall be To meet us many a time." Next Cynthia bright Home through the gloomy wood in wonderment. LAMIA. PART I. UPON a time, before the faery broods Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods, Before King Oberon's bright diadem, Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem, The ever-smitten Hermes empty left His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft: For somewhere in that sacred island dwelt |