On Mr. MUNDY’s Needwood Forest.
Where Needwood’s banks embroidered smile
On bright-hair’d Dove, the british Nile,
Pleas’d Mundy fix’d his easel strong,
And stretch’d his canvass wide and long;
Broad o’er his hand the pallet lies
With pencils for a thousand dyes.
He look’d, and drew, and look’d again,—
—Enamour’d Fancy snatch’d the pen,
Nymphs, Graces, Loves around him throng,