A thousand Genii of the gardens stand.
XXIII.
But far above all these a seat was plac’d,
Dress’d with each flow’r that ev’ry season knows,
Whose vary’d tints, in gem-like order, grac’d
The rural theatre which gradual rose.
XXIV.
For lo! the Genius of each blooming flow’r
Brought his own fav’rite with peculiar care,
To deck the arch of this inchanted bow’r,