While Fancy populates the place with fays,
In robes of dazzling sheen,
Who dance to merry music, and depart,
While other fairy visions cheat the gaze.
Around the sapling, like a verdant belt,
The claspers of the honeysuckle twine;
The Dryades of Argos never dwelt
Within a bower more beautiful than mine.
The humming-bird is near me on the wing,
And the warm breeze with dulcet tone is stealing