358 MEMOIRS OF 



Attendant Fays around her throng, 

 And trace the dance, or raife the fong; 

 Or touch die ftirill reed as they trip, 

 With finger light and ruby lip. 



High on her brow fublime is borne 

 One fcarlet woodbine's tremulous horn ; 

 A gaudy bee-bird's ample plume 

 Sheds o'er her neck it's wavy gloom ; 

 With filvery goflamer entwin'd, 

 Stream the luxuriant locks behind. 

 Thin folds of tangled net- work break, 

 In airy waves adown her neck j 

 Warp'd in his loom, the fpider fpread 

 The far diverging rays of thread. 

 One rofe-leaf forms her crimfon veft, 

 The loofe edge crofies o'er her breaft, 

 And one tranflucent fold, which fell 

 From a tall lily's ample bell, 

 Forms, with fweet grace, her fnowy train, 

 Flows, as fhe fteps, and fweeps the plain. 

 Silence and Night enchanted gaze, 

 And Hefper hides his vanquifh'd rays. 



BOTANIC GARDEN. 



Thus, when old Needwood's hoary fcenes the Night 

 Paints with blue ihadow, and with milky light j 

 Where Mundy pour'd, the liflening nymphs among, 

 Loud to the echoing vales his parting fong, 



With 



