Nor finds a closer truth than this All-graceful head, so richly curled, And evermore a costly kiss, The prelude to some brighter world. For since the time when Adam first And every bird of Eden burst In carol, every bud to flower, What eyes, like thine, have wakened hopes? Yet sleeps a dreamless sleep to me; That lets thee neither hear nor see: Are clasped the moral of thy life, EPILOGUE. So, Lady Flora, take my lay, And, if you find a meaning there, O whisper to your glass, and say, "What wonder, if he thinks me fair?" What wonder I was all unwise, To shape the song for your delight, Like long-tailed birds of Paradise, That float through Heaven, and cannot light? Or old-world trains, upheld at court By Cupid-boys of blooming hue But take it earnest wed with sport, And either sacred unto you. AMPHION. My father left a park to me, A garden too with scarce a tree, That grows within the woodland. O had I lived when song was great And ta'en my fiddle to the gate, Nor cared for seed or scion ! And had I lived when song was great, 'Tis said he had a tuneful tongue, Such happy intonation, Wherever he sat down and sung He left a small plantation; Wherever in a lonely grove He set up his forlorn pipes, The gouty oak began to move, The mountain stirred its busy crown, The birch-tree swang her fragrant hair, The bramble cast her berry, The gin within the juniper Began to make him merry, The poplars, in long order due, The shock-head willows two and two AMPHION. My father left a park to me, A garden too with scarce a tree, That grows within the woodland. O had I lived when song was great Nor cared for seed or scion ! And had I lived when song was great, |