lA, 



It IS taught in Eastern Mythology, which is the same nearly as the Egyptian, that Ma 

 ^yho was first created by Brahma, by whom in concert all other things were formed on the 

 watery abyss, was seated on the Blue Lotos, and thus gently wafted to Brahma. 



THE MARRIAGE OF BRAHMA AND MAIA, 



AN EASTERN FABLE. 



While Brahma pensive on the Lolos lay 



Warm'd by the bright orient beams of day, 



Transporting visions in his fancy roll. 



Creation rushes on his raptur'd soul. 



Before his view the forms of beings move, 



And all the Deity dissolves in love; 



By one vast stretch of thought bright MAIA sprung, 



Maia, the wise, the blooming, and the young: 



On the Blue Lotos sat the beauteous Queen 



Who look'd enchantment o'er the dazzling scene, 



With out-stretch'd arms the Goddess seem'd to swim, 



And mov'd alternate every pliant limb; 



Now on the Lotos velvet margin stood 



And view'd her graceful image in the flood; 



Amaz'd, she wonders at her form so bright, 



Seen in the radiance of reflected light; 



Down her fair neck, and o'er her bosom roU'd, 



In sweetest negligence, her locks of gold; 



Round her fine form the dim transparence play'd. 



And shew'd the beauties, that it seem'd to shade:— 



Wave after wave, the A%ure Lotos bore 



As though impatient for some destin'd shore. 



Around the flower the fanning Zephyrs play 



And speed the buoyant vessel on its way. 



While gendy thrilling thro' her raptur'd frame 



With kindhng life, shot Love's voluptuous flame. 



The God and Goddess meet — With transport fired. 



Delighted each the other's charms admired! 



Enamour'd Brahma gaz'd with fond surprize. 



And drank dehcious passion from her eyes; 



Marks her white neck beneath the gauze's fold, 



Her ivory shoulders, and her locks of gold; 



Drinks with mute ecstacy the transient glow; 



Which warms and tints her bosom's rising snow; 



Watches each nascent smile and fleeting grace. 



The dimples playing in her blooming face; 



Views the fine mazes of the curls, that break 



Bound her fair ear, and shade her damask cheek; 



N 



