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244 IL PE~SEROSO .
Th e spiri t of Plato, to unfold
\Vhat worlds or what vast regions hold
Th e immortal mind th at hath forsook
H er mansion in this fleshly nook;
And of those dremons that are found
I n fire, ai r, flood, or under ground,
Whose power hath a true consent
\Yi th planet, or with element " ,.. .
8. Thus, ~Tight ! oft see me in thy pale caree r,
Till civil-s uited )Iorn appear;
Not tricked and frouneed, as she was wont
W it h the A tt ic boy to hunt,
Bu t kerchiefed in a comely cloud,
\V hile rocki ng wind s ar e pipi ng loud;
Or ushered with a shower st ill,
When th e gust hath blown his fill,
Ending on th e rustling lea ves
Wi th minute drops from 011't he eaves.
9. And when the sun begins to fling
His Haring beams, me, Godd ess ! bring
To arched walks of twi light groves,
And shadows brown, that Sylva n loves,
Of pine, or monumental oak,
Where the rude axe, with heaved st roke,
W as never heard the nymph s to da unt,
Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
10. Th ere, in close covert by some brook,
\Vhere no profane r eye may look,
H ide me from day's garish pye ;
W hile the bee wit h honeyed thig h,
Th at at her flow'ry work doth si,,~,
And the waters murmurine
\Vith such consort as they keep,
Entice the dewy-feathered leep ;