Note 528 — 1828

Like notes of birds that after showers In April concert try their powers, And with a tumult and a rout Of warbling, force coy Phœbus out; Or bid some dark cloud's bosom show That form divine, the many-coloured Bow. E'en so the thrillings of the Lyre Prevail to further our desire, While to these shades a Nymph I call. The youngest of the lovely three; With glowing cheeks from pastimes virginal Behold her hastening to the tents Of Nature, and the lonely elements! And as if wishful to disarm Or to repay the tuneful charm She bears the stringed lute of old Romance,—Ed.