Some gaudy phantom-shape precedes,
Arrayed in Pleasure’s borrowed dress.
When last I saw her smile serene,
And spread her soft enchantments wide, 10
My lovely child adorned the scene,
And sported by the flowing tide.
The fairest shells for me to seek,
Intent the little wanderer strayed;
The rose that blossomed on his cheek 15
Still deepening as the breezes played.