A MEDLEY.
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But in the shadow will we work, and mould
The woman to the fuller day.'
She spake
With kindled eyes: we rode a little higher
To cross the flood by a narrow bridge, and came
On flowery levels underneath the crag,
Full of all beauty; and 'O how sweet' I said
(For I was half-oblivious of my mask)
'To linger here with one that loved us' 'Yea'
She answer'd 'or with fair philosophies
That lift the fancy; for indeed these fields
Are lovely, lovelier not the Elysian lawns,
Where paced the Demigods of old, and saw
The soft white vapour streak the crowned towers
Built to the Sun:' then, turning to her maids,
'Pitch our pavilion here upon the sward;
Lay out the viands.' At the word, they raised
A tent of satin, elaborately wrought
With fair Corinna's triumph; here she stood,
Engirt with many a florid maiden-check,
The woman to the fuller day.'
She spake
With kindled eyes: we rode a little higher
To cross the flood by a narrow bridge, and came
On flowery levels underneath the crag,
Full of all beauty; and 'O how sweet' I said
(For I was half-oblivious of my mask)
'To linger here with one that loved us' 'Yea'
She answer'd 'or with fair philosophies
That lift the fancy; for indeed these fields
Are lovely, lovelier not the Elysian lawns,
Where paced the Demigods of old, and saw
The soft white vapour streak the crowned towers
Built to the Sun:' then, turning to her maids,
'Pitch our pavilion here upon the sward;
Lay out the viands.' At the word, they raised
A tent of satin, elaborately wrought
With fair Corinna's triumph; here she stood,
Engirt with many a florid maiden-check,
