And strains celestial feathered warblers sing:
Apollo, here, bestows th’ unfading wreath;
Here zephyrs aromatic odours breathe;
They o’er Castalian plains diffuse perfume,
Where round the scene perennial laurels bloom;
Fair daughters of the Sun, the sacred Nine!
Here wake to ecstasy their harps divine,
Or bid the Paphian lute mellifluous play,
And tune to plaintive love the liquid lay;
Their numbers every mental storm controul,