THE FABLES OF FLORA. 5^9 



"Ah! what, imheedful have we done! 



" What demons here in death dehght? 

 ^* What fiends that curse the social sun? 



** What furies of infernal night? 



*' See, see, my peaceful shepherds bleed! 



" Each heart in harmony that vied, 

 " Smote by its own melodious Reed, 



" Lies cold, along my blushing side. 



" Back to your urn, my waters, fly; 



" Or find in earth some secret way; 

 " For horror dims yon conscious sky, 



" And hell has issued into day." 



Through Delphi's holy depth of shadfe 



The sympathetic sorrows ran ; 

 While in his dim and mournful glade 



The genius of her groves began : 



