download PDF version: 1.15MB - Global Grey

206 POEMS.
Therefore when any favour'd of high Jove
Chances to pafs through this advent'rous glade,
Swift as the fparkle of a glancing ftar
I fhoot from Heav'n, to give him fafe convoy,
As now I do: But firft I muft put off
Thefe my iky robes fpun out of Iris woof,
And take the weeds and likenefs of a fwain,
That to the fervice of this houfe belongs,
Who with his foft pipe, and fmooth-dittied fong,
Well knows to ftill the wild winds when they roar^
And hufh the waving woods, nor of lefs faith,
And in this office of his mountain watch,
Likelieft, and nearer! to the prefent aid
Of this occafion. But I hear the tread
Of hateful fteps, I muft be viewlefs now.
C0MUS ENTERS WITH A CHARMING ROD IN ONE HAND,
HIS GLASS IN THE OTHER; WITH HIM A ROUT OF
MONSTERS, HEADED LIKE SUNDRY SORTS OF WILD
BEASTS, BUT OTHERWISE LIKE MEN AND WOMEN,
THEIR APPAREL GLISTERING; THEY COME IN
MAKING A RIOTOUS AND UNRULY NOISE, WITH
TORCHES IN THEIR HANDS.
COMUS.
The ftar that bids the fhepherd fold
Now the top of Heav'n doth hold,
And the gilded car of day
His glowing axle doth allay
In the fteep Atlantic ftream,
And the flope fun his upward beam