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Wii sylph-likeform beforemy eye 
‘Y> Yo Plits on the breeze and fans the skies, 
With, more, than: youth’s elastic grace, 
And more, than yirgin’s, heaven of face, 
On glittering pinions lightly born, 
nsparent, with the hues of morn ; 
ith star-like eye and glance sublime, 
‘That. faroutspan. the arch of time ; 
And thoughts that breathe to mortal ears 
The speaking music of the spheres ; 
That, floating on the enamour’d gale, 
Awake the song, of wood and dale? 
Some‘creature, sure, with form:endu’d 
In:nature’s more extatic mood, 
When, wearied with her earthy toil, 
She peopled:some ethereal isle 
With essences, that no alloy 
Of perishable‘dust annoy ; 
Yet gaveiawhile to flutter here-- 
A sample ofthat purer sphere, 
Where into perfect life are brought 
The teemings of her happier thought,— 
Hes sprighting task, with power endu’d 
e chains of matter to elude: 
To glide, to flit, to swim, to fly, 
Dive through the fire, or tread the sky, 
Ride the curl’d clouds or billowy foam, 
And on the thought-swift lightning roam! 
Yea—in that cheek’s transparent hue, 
And in that eye’s celestial blue, 
And in that shape’s ethereal mould, 
The sphere-born spirit, I behold! 
Téll-me, thou. airy fleeting form, 
Whose agile step outwings the storm, 
When didthat volant foot of thine 
Revisit last the ocean. brine ? 
When, underneath the oozy bed, 
The sea-nymphs’ cave of coral tread ? 
Or on the moon-beam lightly stray, 
Or stars that pave the milky way ?— 
And whither now, thou dainty sprite, 
Wing’st thou, arid whence, thy airy flight ? 
What star, what meteor gave thee birth? 
And whence thy mission here on earth? 
«“ Whence I am, and where I go, 
Wondering mortal, would’st thou know ? 
To the Swan of Avon, I, 
Born by a daughter of the sky :— 
She who touch’d, in elder time, 
One blind old. man with, warmth sublime, 
And one more near ;, but gave my sire, 
In manhood’s prime, her whole desire. 
Taught by them the spheres to roam, 
I make the elements my home. 
When the wind that heaves the deep 
Rocks the ship-hoy to his sleep, 
To his‘slumbers oft I seem 
Imag’d in some’glorious dream: 
Then I climb:the:slippery shroud, ' 
While the winds are:piping loud: 
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Make my cradled canopy ; id ozslliv oAT 
Int the conch’s re-echoing shell!’ eo7'3 mls9 
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Seems the méermaid’s song'to healt, vorlto0V! 
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Winds at peace, or wildly met, iin. vy 
Love I still to haunt the shoremy) 4.(..59y 
> Midst.the murmur, or the roar ; ie 
Tripping light with printless feet, 
O’er the yellow sands, tomeet. 
Or chace the ebbing wave’s retreat, “1!!! 
Swift as wishes, then I fly n2 wiles 
To the distant bounds:that:lievs bivpi! 24)! 
>» Twixt the round: earth:and the-skyi 5 4 
Or from where yon highest states ii0 
Guides serene her'twinkling cary:o/5 od) 0} 
To the unfathom’d depths below, ,. . 5 
Where the pearl and coral grow Be il ibe 
Nor the flooding lustre shun 
Where now dips the wearied.sun, 
While the broad wave, glory drest, —.. 
Woos him to her burning breast. ~~ 
Soon these feet shall kiss.the'wavery i oi! 
Where his Indian votaries lave.’ i 
There perchance, at‘evening»hour, «1 4 
Cradled in the fragrant‘flower oo/T 1! 
To whose bloom, from: many-a spray; (2 4 
Night-birds tune the enamour’d lay,ry....97 
Shrouded safe from mortal views (5 ps sooj02 
Free I sip the honied dew ; eo 
While the bee, on busy.wings .-.; 4.77 
Soothes me with his murmurings, \...)54..57 
«‘ ¢ Where the bee sips, there sip I,’ 
On his fragrant couch-Flie, 
Or in Orient or the West: 
But the cowslip love I bests. . ...,. 
Where, by Avon’s haunted stream, <5... 
Wove the bard my spell-wrought dream. — 
‘ On the bat’s wing there I fly,” 
Chaunting my witch-song merrily; .., 
While each woodland, brake and dell, 
‘ Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong bell,” , 
Echo’s the harp of Ariel. ere 
“ See, I wave my roseate wings! - . 
Now my spirit soaring sings, Magis 
© Merrily, merrily, shall, I live now 
‘ Under the blossom that hangs on’ the 
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Away; Love, with thy soft-denying;—= <7 
Beauty: decays on! Sorrow’s: stems: o!)i') 
Tears are but drops which yield to,sighing : 
Why should thy bosom nourish,them ? 
The hour is gone, and I wall go oo. yon iy 
Whether thou whisper Yes / or—No/ 
The.spring)is flowing, o'er the-fountain,: 7 
. The-sun,and shadow: seek their, rests bn A 
The wind has travell’d past theimountain,— 
Doyes found. the-seat-of peace their, nest : 
