Why do we shed the rose's bloom No, no; With fragrant tears my bed of sleep: And bring the nymph with floating eye, To join the blest elysian choir, ODE XXXIII. "T WAS noon of night, when round the pole The sullen Bear is seen to roll; And mortals, wearied with the day, Came weeping to my silent bower, Monsieur Bernard, the author of l'Art d'aimer, has written a ballet called "Les Surprises de l'Amour," in which the subject of the third entrée is Anacreon, and the story of this ode suggests one of the scenes. Œuvres de Ber nard. Anac. scene 4th. The German annotator refers us here to an imitation by Uz, lib. iii. "Amor und sein Bruder," and a poem of Kleist die Heilung. La Fontaine has translated, or rather imitated, this ode. And wak'd me with a piteous prayer, I trimm'd my lamp and op'd the gate. "And who art thou," I waking cry, "That bid'st my blissful visions fly?"] Anacreon appears to have been a voluptuary even in dreaming, by the lively regret which he expresses at being disturbed from his visionary enjoyments. See the odes x. and xxxvii. "T was Love! the little wandering sprite, The dying embers' cheering blaze; The crystals of the freezing air, And in my hand and bosom hold His little fingers thrilling cold. And now the embers' genial ray Had warm'd his anxious fears away; "I pray thee," said the wanton child, (My bosom trembled as he smil'd,) thee let me try my bow, "I pray For through the rain I've wander❜d so, 'T was Love! the little wandering sprite, &c.] See the beautiful description of Cupid, by Moschus, in his first idyl. That much I fear, the ceaseless shower Has injur'd its elastic power." The fatal bow the urchin drew; Swift from the string the arrow flew; As laughing wild he wing'd away; |