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SONG.

I

When maids the new dawn of soft passion disown,
I perch on their lips, till I catch them alone;
Then, whip to their hearts in a moment I fly;
For I sink with a sob, and return with a sigh.

II

Should I who the soul of a woman can read,
Let a secret escape me, 'twere pity indeed:
Let my betters beware, how they hint what they think;
For I pass with a nod, and come back with a wink.
[Aërial Music.]
Hark! these sounds proclaim them near:—
Puck, 'tis time thou disappear:
Shrink thy soft dimensions up,
To fit the acorn's scanty cup;

91

In shrivel'd rind or wither'd bloom,
Occupy the grey moth's room;
Or the inmate worm expel,
From curled leaf, or scooped shell;
Find thou place, and form, and size,
To cheat fell Oberon's piercing eyes.
[Retires.]