THE ATTENDANT SPIRIT IN 

 'COMUS' EPILOGUISES 



TO the ocean now I fly, 

 And those happy chmes that he 

 Wliere day never shuts his eye, 

 Up in the broad fields of the sky. 

 There I suck the liquid air. 

 All amidst the gardens fair 

 Of Hesperus, and his daughters three 

 That sing about the golden tree. 

 Along the crisped shades and bowers 

 Revels the spruce and jocund Spring : 

 The Graces and the rosy-bosomed Hours 

 Thither all their bounties bring. 

 There eternal Summer dwells ; 

 And west winds with musky wing 

 About the cedarn alleys fling 

 Nard, and cassia's balmy smells. 

 Iris there with humid bow 

 Waters the odorous banks, that blow 

 Flowers of more mingled hue 

 Than her purfled scarf can shew, 

 And drenches with Elysian dew 

 (List, mortals, if your ears be true) 

 Beds of hyacinth and roses. 

 Where young Adonis oft reposes, 

 Waxing well of his deep wound, 

 In slumber soft, and on the ground 

 Sadly sits the Assyrian queen. 

 But far above, in spangled sheen. 

 Celestial Cupid, her famed son, advanced 

 Holds his dear Psyche, sweet entranced 

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