On which occasion the following Irregular Ode was written.
I
Whom the untaught Shepherds call
Pixies in their madrigal,
Fancy’s children, here we dwell:
Welcome, Ladies! to our cell.
Here the wren of softest note 5
Builds its nest and warbles well;
Here the blackbird strains his throat;
Welcome, Ladies! to our cell.
II
When fades the moon to shadowy-pale,
And scuds the cloud before the gale, 10
Ere the Morn all gem-bedight
Hath streak’d the East with rosy light,
We sip the furze-flower’s fragrant dews
Clad in robes of rainbow hues;
Or sport amid the shooting gleams 15
To the tune of distant-tinkling teams,
While lusty Labour scouting sorrow
Bids the Dame a glad good-morrow,
Who jogs the accustom’d road along,
And paces cheery to her cheering song. 20
III
But not our filmy pinion
We scorch amid the blaze of day,
When Noontide’s fiery-tresséd minion
Flashes the fervid ray.
Aye from the sultry heat 25
We to the cave retreat
O’ercanopied by huge roots intertwin’d
With wildest texture, blacken’d o’er with age:
Round them their mantle green the ivies bind,
Beneath whose foliage pale 30
Fann’d by the unfrequent gale
We shield us from the Tyrant’s mid-day rage.
IV
Thither, while the murmuring throng
Of wild-bees hum their drowsy song,
By Indolence and Fancy brought, 35
A youthful Bard, ‘unknown to Fame,’
Wooes the Queen of Solemn Thought,
And heaves the gentle misery of a sigh
Gazing with tearful eye,
As round our sandy grot appear 40
Many a rudely-sculptur’d name
To pensive Memory dear!
Weaving gay dreams of sunny-tinctur’d hue,
We glance before his view:
O’er his hush’d soul our soothing witcheries shed 45
And twine the future garland round his head.
V
When Evening’s dusky car
Crown’d with her dewy star
Steals o’er the fading sky in shadowy flight;
On leaves of aspen trees 50
We tremble to the breeze
Veil’d from the grosser ken of mortal sight.
Or, haply, at the visionary hour,
Along our wildly-bower’d sequester’d walk,
We listen to the enamour’d rustic’s talk; 55
Heave with the heavings of the maiden’s breast,
Where young-eyed Loves have hid their turtle nest;
Or guide of soul-subduing power
The glance that from the half-confessing eye
Darts the fond question or the soft reply. 60
VI
Or through the mystic ringlets of the vale
We flash our faery feet in gamesome prank;
Or, silent-sandal’d, pay our defter court,
Circling the Spirit of the Western Gale,
Where wearied with his flower-caressing sport, 65
Supine he slumbers on a violet bank;
Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam
By lonely Otter’s sleep-persuading stream;
Or where his wave with loud unquiet song
Dash’d o’er the rocky channel froths along; 70
Or where, his silver waters smooth’d to rest,
The tall tree’s shadow sleeps upon his breast.
VII
Hence thou lingerer, Light!
Eve saddens into Night.
Mother of wildly-working dreams! we view 75
The sombre hours, that round thee stand
With downcast eyes (a duteous band!)
Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew.
Sorceress of the ebon throne!
Thy power the Pixies own, 80
When round thy raven brow
Heaven’s lucent roses glow,
And clouds in watery colours drest
Float in light drapery o’er thy sable vest:
What time the pale moon sheds a softer day 85
Mellowing the woods beneath its pensive beam:
For mid the quivering light ‘tis ours to play,
Aye dancing to the cadence of
