And all were in as good a case
As when they left their native place.
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So felt I, when I wondering heard
My song to foreign tongues transferred.
SHOULD E'ER THE LOVELESS DAY.
Should e'er the loveless day remain
Obscured by storms of hail and rain,
Thy charms thou showest never;
I tap at window, tap at door:
Come, loved one, come! appear once more!
Thou art as fair as ever!
A PLAN THE MUSES ENTERTAINED.
A plan the Muses entertained
Methodically to impart
To Psyche the poetic art;
Prosaic-pure her soul remained,
No wondrous sounds escaped her lyre
E'en in the fairest summer night;
But Amor came with glance of fire,—
The lesson soon was learned aright.
THE DEATH OF THE FLY.
With eagerness he drinks the treacherous potion,
Nor stops to rest, by the first taste misled;
Sweet is the draught, but soon all power of motion
He finds has from his tender members fled;
