Again she lifts her wonder-working wand;
Eftsoons upon the flow’ry plain were seen
The gay inhabitants of Fairy-Land,
And blithe attendants upon Mab their queen
In mystic circles danc’d along th’ enchanted green.
On th’ other side stood Nature, goddess fair;
A matron seem’d she, and of manners staid;
Beauteous her form, majestic was her air,
In loose attire of purest white array’d:
A potent rod she bore, whose pow’r was such