And both to the voice of the Muses attend;
So Minerva, for you shall with Cupid agree,
And preserve your chaste flame from the smoke of Ennui.
ELEGY.
Chill January waves his wither’d hand,
With magic touch he rifles Nature’s charms;
He speaks and frowns—Earth hears the hoarse command,
And sinks obedient to his icy arms.
With paler lustre now the distant sun,