Then shall we see across the vale And the grey wood and meadow green So, William, from the moral world The light that struggles thro' them now ERTHUSYQ. To the BURNIE* BEE. Blythe son of summer, furl thy filmy wing, Here may'st thou freely quaff the nectar'd sweet Or with the wild-thymes balm anoint thy sides. Back o'er thy shoulders throw those ruby shards With many a tiny coal-black freckle deckt, My watchful look thy loitering saunter guards, My ready hand thy footstep shall protect. * A provincial name of the beetle coccinella, or lady-bird Daunted by me beneath this trembling bough Nor shall the swarthy gaoler for thy way His grate of twinkling threads successful strain, With venom'd trunk thy writhing members slay, Or from thy heart the reeking life's-blood drain. Forego thy wheeling in the sunny air Thy glancing to the envious insects round, To the dim calmness of my bower repair, Silence and Coolness keep its hallowed ground. Here to the elves who sleep in flowers by day So shall the fairy-train by glow-worm light Thy burnish'd armour speck with glossier jet. With viewless fingers weave thy wintry tent, Where ivy shelters from the storm-wind fell. Blest if like thee I cropt with heedless spoil R, O. INSCRIPTIONS, by ROBERT SOUTHEY. INSCRIPTION I. For the Banks of the HAMPSHIRE AVON, A little while, O Traveller! linger here, Its gentle charms may soothe and satisfy Thy feelings. Look! how bright its pebbled bed |