Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen, Commended her fair innocence to the flood, They stayed her flight with his crossflowing course. The water-nymphs that in the bottom played, Held up their pearlèd wrists, and took her in, Bearing her straight to aged Nereus' hall, Who, piteous of her woes, reared her lank head, And gave her to his daughters to imbathe In nectared lavers strewed with asphodel, And through the porch and inlet of each sense Dropped in ambrosial oils, till she revived, And underwent a quick immortal change, Made Goddess of the river: still she mace, And Tethys' grave majestic pace, Sleeking her soft alluring locks, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have. Listen and save. SABRINA rises, attended by waternymphs, and sings. By the rushy-fringed bank, Where grow the willow and the osier dank, My sliding chariot stays, Thick set with agate, and the azurn sheen Of turkis blue, and emerald green, That in the channel strays; Whilst from off the waters fleet, Thus I set my printless feet INTELLECTUAL. O'er the cowslip's velvet head,. Spir.-Goddess dear, We implore thy powerful hand Of unblest enchanter vile. To help ensnared chastity: I touch with chaste palms moist and Now the spell hath lost his hold; SABRINA descends, and the LADY Spir.- Virgin, daughter of Lo- Sprung of old Anchises' line, us grace, Let us fly this cursed place, And not many furlongs thence Will double all their mirth and cheer: But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky. The Scene changes, presenting Ludlow town and the President's castle; then come in country dancers, after them the ATTENDANT SPIRIT, with the Two BROTHERS, and the LADY. SONG. Spir.- Back, Shepherds, back, Till next sunshine holiday; Of lighter toes, and such court guise There I suck the liquid air Thither all their bounties bring; Holds his dear Psyche sweet en tranced, After her wandering labors long, And from her fair unspotted side But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon Mortals, that would follow me, MYTHOLOGY. O NEVER rudely will I blame his faith In the might of stars and angels! 'Tis not merely The human being's Pride that peoples space With life and mystical predomi nance; Since likewise for the stricken heart of Love This visible nature, and this common world, Is all too narrow: yea, a deeper import Lurks in the legend told my infant years Than lies upon that truth we live to learn. For fable is Love's world, his home, his birthplace: Delightedly dwells he 'mong fays and talismans, And spirits; and delightedly believes Divinities, being himself divine. The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of As still was her look, and as still was her ee, As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea, Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea. For Kilmeny had been she knew not where, And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare; Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew, Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew; But it seemed as the harp of the sky had rung, And the airs of heaven played round her tongue, When she spake of the lovely forms she had seen, And a land where sin had never been A land of love and a land of light, Withouten sun, or moon, or night; And lovely beings round were rife, Who erst had travelled mortal life; They clasped her waist and her hands sae fair, They kissed her cheek and they kemed her hair; And round came many a blooming fere, Saying, "Bonny Kilmeny, ye're welcome here! Oh, bonny Kilmeny, free frae stain, If ever you seek the world againThat world of sin, of sorrow, and |