Play round the radiant maid;
Her angel look at once prevails,
Grief sigh’d—but still obey’d.
Hope featly pois’d the trembling beam,
Grief made no further pother;
The spectre sat at one extreme,
The fairy at the other.
Then came Despair with low’ring frown,
With scowling eye he gazed;
For lo! the heavier Grief weigh’d down,