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Or joyful visit to the maid he loved, 



Has watched their revels o'er the dewy lawn. 



Amid the moon-beam's pure unsullied light. 



When midnight silence ruled the breathless world. 



Struck with enchantment at the gorgeous scene 



Of such celestial beauty, he has stood 



In fixed astonishment till morning's dawn 



Displayed its yellow beam ; then all at once 



The sight eluded his enraptured eye 



Dissolved in air ! Beneath an ancient oak 



Whose rugged trunk, huge, antiquated, vast. 



Like some strong pillar rearing high the roof 



Of fane or temple, bore aloft a dome 



Of stretching boughs, with verdure thickly clad. 



That cast a shadow on the dewy turf 



In circuit round immense, the fairy scene 



Burst brightly on his view. In mazy dance 



These gentle people of etherial form. 



Delighted revelled in the moon-light glance 



As in bright gleams at intervals it shot 



Betwixt the parting branches. Some were sat 



Amid the flowers that cloathed the high-heaved root 



Inhaling fragrance, whilst with looks intent 



They watched the circling throng. Some sought the beds 



Where purple bells, with evening dew-drops bright. 



In graceful cun'es hung their declining heads 



Stooping to earth, and in ecstatic bliss 



Extended lay beneath the balmy shade. 



Others on instruments of softest tone. 



Whose melody descended on the ear 



Like the far cadence of angelic harps. 



Or songs of seraphim, with band exact 



The dancers guided in their sportive joy. 



And thrill their bosoms with inciting sounds. 



What pen can tell, what words describe their forms 

 So delicate and fine ? No hues of earth 



