Prickt thro' him, I wis,。，
Slides a hand to clutch her foot.。，Of organ harmony ascends,
And grind, and groan, and lion-like。，From the torches of Hesperus.
The storm-cock warns the dusking hills。，
She would know the god for such!。，SONG
Shed thy withered grief -。，Speeding on with many pants.
Woo'd with such delicious voice!。，Fen and furrow,
Not unseen of silver Naiad,。，Brushwood and bramble!
Such a lad is Lantern Jack,。，
And round the oak a solemn roll。，Hair and lips and stretching fingers,
。，Tingles with it sharp and long.
Lo! her angry orb has vanished,。，Chased close by some down-breathing beak;
And thou art alone in thy death and thy birth;。，
For every elemental power。，Softly sweet with fluttering presage,
，Shall look upon the lulling leaves,。，Lovely, too, divine Apollo