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half-seen shapes entice with whispers bland. Meantime the clouds, impressed with livelier beams, Roll, in the lucid track of air, Arrayed in coloured brede, with semblances more fair. The airy troop, as on they sail, Thus the pensive stranger hail: 90 In the pure and argent sky, There our distant chambers lie; The bed is strewed with blushing roses, When Quietude at eve reposes, Oft trembling lest her bowers should fade, In the cold earth's humid shade. Come, rest with us! evanishing, they cried-- Come, rest with us! the lonely vale replied. Then Fancy beckoned, and with smiling mien, A radiant form arose, like the fair Queen 100 Of Beauty: from her eye divinely bright, A richer lustre shot, a more attractive light. She said: With fairer tints I can adorn The living landscape, fairer than the morn. The summer clouds in shapes romantic rolled, And those they edge the fading west, like gold; The lake that sleeps in sunlight, yet impressed With shades more sweet than real on its breast; 'Mid baffling stones, beneath a partial ray, The small brook huddling its uneven way; 110 The blue far distant hills, the silvery sea, And every scene of summer speaks of me: But most I wake the sweetest wishes warm, Where the fond gaze is turned on woman's breathing form. So passing silent through a myrtle grove, Beauty first led him to the bower of Love. A mellow light through the dim covert strayed, And opening roses canopied the shade. Why does the hurrying pulse unbidden leap! Behold, in yonder glade that nymph asleep! 120 The heart-struck minstrel hangs, with lingering gaze, O'er every charm his eye impassioned strays! An edge of white is seen, and scarcely seen, As soft she breathes, her coral lips between; A lambent ray steals from her half-closed eye, As her breast heaves a short imperfect sigh. Sleep, winds of summer, o'er the leafy bower, Nor move the light bells of the nodding flower; Lest but a sound of stirring leaves might seem To break the charm of her delicious dream! 130 And ye, fond, rising, throbbing thoughts, away, Lest syren Pleasure all the soul betray! Oh! turn, and lis
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