Imitations: Ad Lyram

The solemn-breathing air is ended—

       &nbspCease, O Lyre! thy kindred lay!

From the poplar-branch suspended

       &nbspGlitter to the eye of Day!



On thy wires hov'ring, dying,

       &nbspSoftly sighs the summer wind:

I will slumber, careless lying,

       &nbspBy yon waterfall reclin'd.



In the forest hollow-roaring

       &nbspHark! I hear a deep'ning sound—

Clouds rise thick with heavy low'ring!

       &nbspSee! th' horizon blackens round!



Parent of the soothing measure,

       &nbspLet me seize thy wetted string!

Swiftly flies the flatterer, Pleasure,

       &nbspHeadlong, ever on the wing.