Tasso and the Sisters Tasso's Spirit: The Nuptials of Juno: The Skeletons: The Spirits of the Ocean. Poems, By Thomas Wade |
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And, my wild Muse! 'tis time for thee
To cease thy careless minstrelsy,
And hie to rest with Sprite and maid,
In slumber on their Island laid.—
Away to sleep,—or else thy song
May haply seem too wild and long;
For Critic stern doth little heed
Things that the bounds of truth exceed,
And names of Sprites the beauteous theme
At best a vain and idle dream,
Bred in the frenzied Poet's thought
And madly into music wrought—
The music of the tuneful verse
Which his impassion'd lips rehearse.—
Then furl thy wing—nor evermore
Of Spirits be thy artless lore;
Or, if such themes be still thy choice,
Sing with a less erratic voice!
Come, my wild Muse! from sky and land,
Wherein thou rov'st with magic wand,
That gives all things a blissful guise
Which meet thine ever wandering eyes—
Bless but a moment more my numbers,
And then resume thy fleeting slumbers,
Soon to awake, renew'd again,
And ponder on a loftier strain!
To cease thy careless minstrelsy,
And hie to rest with Sprite and maid,
In slumber on their Island laid.—
Away to sleep,—or else thy song
May haply seem too wild and long;
For Critic stern doth little heed
Things that the bounds of truth exceed,
And names of Sprites the beauteous theme
At best a vain and idle dream,
Bred in the frenzied Poet's thought
And madly into music wrought—
The music of the tuneful verse
Which his impassion'd lips rehearse.—
Then furl thy wing—nor evermore
Of Spirits be thy artless lore;
Or, if such themes be still thy choice,
Sing with a less erratic voice!
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Wherein thou rov'st with magic wand,
That gives all things a blissful guise
Which meet thine ever wandering eyes—
Bless but a moment more my numbers,
And then resume thy fleeting slumbers,
Soon to awake, renew'd again,
And ponder on a loftier strain!
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