The Etonian - Oct. 1820-Aug. 1821 Author:Winthrop Mackworth Praed Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: SONG TO THE SPRING BREEZE. Oh ! Spirit of the Breeze, Who singest in the trees, Making low music, while the young leaves dance ; Unveil, unveil to me ... more » Thy beauty silently, Let me thy bright eyes view, and dovelike countenance. Oft doth my Fancy's eye The Naiads fair espy, Silently floating down some heaving stream ; And glisten as it sees l The green-rob'd Dryades, Or Oreads dancing nightly by their Queen's pale beam. And I, on nights of June, Have watch'd, beneath the Moon, The gambols quaint of many a gamesome Fay, Around the tiny throne Of mirthful Oberon, And his capricious Queen, proud-eyed Titania. But, Spirit of the Breeze, Whose noonday melodies, And fragrant Breath, soothe me so tenderly ; In vain I strive to view Thy form's celestial hue, Too shadowy a dream art thou to flit o'er Fancy's eye. Or art thou but a sound, In fragrance floating round, The whisper of some rural Deity ; Who, stretch'd in grotto calm, With breath of purest balm, Is warbling to the Nymph's delicious minstrelsy ? Oh ! happy wandering thing, Thus bearing on thy wing Refreshing coolness, fragrance, and sweet sound ; How calmly dost thou stray Through groves and meadows gay, Still catching, as thou glidest on, new freshness from the ground. Thou breathest on my brow, I feel thy kisses now, Thy cooling kisses :—but what charm was this ? For oh ! those kisses bore A joy unfelt before, A momentary, strange, imaginative bliss. From my distemper'd brain Thou didst call up a train Of recollections sweet, which long had slept; Almost before my eyes I saw dear forms arise, And cherish'd thoughtsSmd feelings from their deep cells crept. Whence was this wondrous spell ? Thou sweet-voiced Spirit tell— Oh! c...« less