Breathes in a visionary world, and weares
A web of bliss-scarce faiser than deceives
The reasoning heart: oft sings and weeps; and now
Entwines a sea-weed garland for her brow,
And says it is a marriage wreath. Meanwhile

Her calm vague look will dawn into a smile,
As something met her eye none else should sce:
She folds her hands, and bends imploringly
To sue its stay ;-with wilder gesture turns,
And clasps her head,and cries-- It burns,it burns!'
Then shakes as if her heart were ice. . .

In her bosom-though so strong-
Gentle as our airy song.

Oft we in our sportive duty

Kiss the dimpling cheek of beauty,
And on soft etherial winglets
Wanton in her sunny ringlets-
Breathing, as we dance along,
Liquid notes of rapt'rous song.

When Care's ever-rising bubble

Clouds the wanderer's soul with trouble,
We-sweet Pleasure's viewless minions-
Fan his brow with balmy pinions,
Chasing sorrow's shades along,
With our spirit-soothing song.
While the sweets of eve diffusing,
Oft we meet the poet musing,
Mark his eye sublimely glancing,
With erratic thought entrancing,
Catching inspiration strong,
From our soul-enchanting song.
Oft we waft the pious whispers

Of the saint's low-breathing vespers,
Sighs of love, and tears of sorrow,
For our sweetest strains we borrow,
Bearing on our wings along,
All the ecstasy of song.

Headington, 1818.

Is

J. L. W.

[VOL. 4

SONG OF THE OCEAN SPIRITS.

FROM where the young East

Of the rosy breast,

Flings open her gates to the God of day,
To the couch of his rest

In the crimson west

We Genii of Ocean extend our sway.
O'er the far-flashing tide
That's rolling wide,

And frantickly foaming, so free and wild,
Our power can assuage

The whirlpool's rage,

Or sink the dread reef by Danger piled.
Where the sun's chasten'd blaze
Darts emerald rays

To the fathomless depths of the ocean wave;
We bind our green hair

With the gem most rare,

Or softly recline in the coral cave.

Or when Hesper is bright

On the brow of night,