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But O! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone,
Satyrs and Sylvan Boys, were seen,
And Sport leapt up, and seized his beechen
First to the lively pipe his hand addrest;
Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best; They would have thought who heard the strain 85 They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades,
To some unwearied minstrel dancing,
While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, 89
Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round: Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
O Music! sphere-descended maid,
Why, goddess! why, to us denied,
ODE ON THE DEATH OF THOMSON.
THE SCENE IS SUPPOSED TO
LIE ON THE THAMES NEAR RICHMOND.
In yonder grave a Druid lies,
Where slowly winds the stealing wave; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave.
In yon deep bed of whispering reeds
May love through life the soothing shade.
Then maids and youths shall linger here,
To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell.
a The harp of Æolus, of which see a description in the Castle of Indolence.
Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore
And oft, as ease and health retire
To breezy lawn, or forest deep,
But thou, who own'st that earthy bed,
That mourn beneath the gliding sail?
Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye
But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide
No sedge-crown'd sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend!
Ver. 21. But thou who own'st that earthly bed.
b Richmond Church, in which Thomson was buried.
And see, the fairy valleys fade;
Dun night has veil'd the solemn view!
The genial meads, assign'd to bless
Long, long, thy stone and pointed clay
0! vales and wild woods, shall he say,
© Mr. Thomson resided in the neighbourhood of Richmond some time before his death.