JAVA. 41 



No fpicy nutmegs fcent the vernal gales, 

 Nor towering plantain (hades the mid-day vales ; 

 No gralTy mantle hides the fable hills, 

 No flowery chaplet crowns the trickling rills ; 

 Nor tiifted mofs, nor leathery lichen creeps, 

 In ruflet tapeftry, o'er the crumbling fteeps ; 

 No ftep retreating, on the fand imprefs'd, 

 Invites the vifit of a fecond gueft ; 

 No refluent fin the unpeopled ftream divides, 

 No revolant pinion cleaves the airy tides ; 

 Nor handed moles, nor beaked worms return, 

 That mining pafs the irremeable bourn. 

 Fierce, in dread filence, on the blafted heath, 

 Fell Upas fits, the Hydra Tree of death; 

 Lo ! from one root, the envenom'd foil below, 

 A thoufand vegetative ferpents grow ; 

 In fliining rays the fcaly monfter fpreads 

 O'er ten fqiiare leagues his far-diverging heads ; 

 Or in one trunk entwifts his tangled form, 

 Looks o'er the clouds, and hifles in the ftorm. 

 Steep'd in fell poifon, as his fliarp teeth part, 

 A thoufand tongues in quick vibration dart ; 

 Snatch the proud eagle, towering o'er the heath, 

 Or pounce the lion as he ftalks beneath ; 

 Or ftrew, as marfliall'd hofts contend in vain. 

 With human fkeletons the whiten'd plain. 

 Chain'd at his root, two fcion demons dwell. 

 Breathe the faint hifs, or try the fhriller yell j 

 Vol. IV. G Rife 



