There, in close covert by some brook, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feather'd sleep; And let some strange mysterious dream Wave at his wings in airy stream Of lively portraiture display'd, Softly on my eyelids laid. And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some Spirit to mortals good, Or th' unseen Genius of the wood. 28 But let my due feet never fail To the full-voic'd choir below, In service high, and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heav'n before mine eyes. 29 |