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He felt the charms of Edith's eyes,
Nor wanted hope to gain the prize,

Could ladies look within ;
But one Sir Topaz-dress'd with art,
And, if a shape could win a heart,

He had a shape to win.

EDWIN, if right I read my song,
With slighted passion pac'd along

All in the moony light ;
'T was near an old enchanted court,
Where sportive fairies made resort

To revel out the night.

His heart was drear, his hope was cross’d, ’T was late, ’t was far, the path was lost

That reach'd the neighbour-town; With weary steps he quits the shades, Resolv'd, the darkling dome he treads,

And drops his limbs adown.

But scant he lays him on the floor,
When hollow winds remove the door,

And, trembling, rocks the ground :
And, well I ween to count aright,
At once a hundred tapers light

On all the walls around.

Now sounding tongues assail his ear,
Now sounding feet approachen near,

And now the sounds increase :

And from the corner where he lay
He sees a train profusely gay

Come prankling o'er the place.

But (trust me, Gentles !) never yet
Was dight a masquing half so neat,

Or half so rich, before ;
The country lent the sweet perfumes,
The sea the pearl, the sky the plumes,

The town its silken store.

Now whilst he gaz'd, a gallant, drest
In flaunting robes above the rest,

With awful accent cry'd;
What mortal of a wretched mind,
Whose sighs infect the balmy wind,

Has here presum'd to hide ?

At this the swain, whose vent’rous sout No fears of magic art controul,

Advanc'd in open sight; 66 Nor have I cause of dreed, he said, “ Who view, by no presumption led,

“ Your revels of the night.

'Twas grief, for scorn of faithful love, Which made my steps unweeting rove

Amid the nightly dew.” “ 'Tis well, the gallant cries again, “ We fairies never injure men

« Who dare to tell us true.

“ Exalt thy love-dejected heart,
“ Be mine the task, or ere we part,

“ To make thee grief resign; “Now take the pleasure of thy chaunce; “ Whilst I with MAB, my partner, daunce,

“ Be little MABLE thine.”

He spoke, and all a sudden there
Light music floats in wanton air ;

The monarch leads the queen:
The rest their fairy partners found:
And MABLE trimly tripp'd the ground

With EDWIN of the Green.

The dauncing past, the board was laid,
And siker such a feast was made,

As heart and lip desire;
Withouten hands the dishes fly,
The glasses with a wish come nigh,

And with a wish retire.

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