With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus self may heave his head Of heapt Elysian flowers, and hear Such strains as would have won the ear These delights if thou canst give, XIV. IL PENSEROSO. HENCE vain deluding joys, The brood of folly without father bred, How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys? Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likeliest hovering dreams The fickle pensioners of Morpheus train. 150 10 But hail thou Goddess, sage and holy, Whose saintly visage is too bright Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, The Sea-Nymphs, and their pow'rs offended: Thee bright-hair'd Vesta long of yore His daughter she (in Saturn's reign ; All in a robe of darkest grain, 19. "that starr'd Ethiop queen"....Cassiope, wife of Cepheus. Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With a sad leaden downward cast And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with Gods doth diet, Ay round about Jove's altar sing: That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Thee chauntress oft the woods among 50 |