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Wind me into the easy hearted man... .
THE LADY ENTERS.
This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, 170
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Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phæbus 'wain. But where they are, and why they came not back, Is now the labor of my thought ; 'tis likeliest They had engag'd their wand'ring steps too far, And envious darkness, ere they could return, Had stole them from me ; else thievish Night Why wouldst thou, but for some felonious end, In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars, That Nature hung in Heav'n, and fill'd their lamps With everlasting oil, to give due light To the misled and lonely traveller? 200 This is the place, as well as I may guess, Whence even now the tumult of loud Mirth Was rife, and perfect in my list’ning ear, Yet sought but single darkness do I find. What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And aery tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not astound 210 The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion, conscience.--O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings, And thou unblemish'd form of Chastity; I see ye visibly and now believe That he, the Supreme Good, to whom all things Are but as slavish officers of vengeance, (ill Would send a glist'ring guardian if need were
To keep my life and honour unassail'd. 220
WLET Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy aery shell,
231 By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroider'd vale:
Where the love-lorn nightingale
O if thou have
240 Sweet queen of Parly, daughter of the Sphere,
So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heav'n's harmonies.
COM. Can any mortal mixture of Earth's mold Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ?
Sure something holy lodges in that breast,
LA. Nay gentle Shepherd, ill is lost that praise
To give me answer from her mossy couch. [thus ?
çom. What chance, good Lady, hath bereft you LA. Dim darkness, and this leafy labyrinth. com. Could that divide you from near-ushering LA. They left me weary on a grassy turf. (guides com. By falsehood, or discourtesy, or why? 281 LA. To seek i'th' valley some cool friendly spring. COM. And left your tair side all unguarded, Lady? LA. They were but twain, and purpos'd quick re.
tua. com. Perhaps forestalling Night prevented them. LA. How easy my misfortune is to hit! com. Imports their loss, beside the present need? LA. No less than if I should my brothers lose. COM. Were they of manlyprime, or youthful bloom? LA. As smooth as Hebe's their unrazor'd lips. 290 com. Two such I saw, what time the labor'd ox In bis loose traces from the furrow came, And the swinkt hedger at his supper sat ; I saw them under a green mantling vine That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood: I took it for a faëry vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, 300 And play i' th plighted clouds. I was awe-struck, And as I past, I worshipt ; if those you seek, It were a journey like the path to Heav'n, To help you find them.