And now they touch’d the land, and reach’d a dell—
A wild, enchanted spot, where fairies stood,
Watching their coming from the illumin’d flood.
The sprites and fays their sportive glee began;
From heart to heart the genial transport ran,
Unmix’d with fear, or pain, or doubt, or dread
That mar our earthly revelry. The song
From fairy harps floated the air along,
And on the breezes melting music shed;
While odors that no censers seem’d to hold,