Slumbrous G.o.d of half-shut eye! 5 Who lovest with limbs supine to lie; Soother sweet of toil and care Listen, listen to my prayer; And to thy votary dispense Thy soporific influence! 10 What tho" around thy drowsy head The seven-fold cap of night be spread, Yet lift that drowsy head awhile And yawn propitiously a smile; In drizzly rains poppean dews 15 O"er the tired inmates of the Coach diffuse; And when thou"st charm"d our eyes to rest, Pillowing the chin upon the breast, Bid many a dream from thy dominions Wave its various-painted pinions, 20 Till ere the splendid visions close We snore quartettes in ecstasy of nose.
While thus we urge our airy course, O may no jolt"s electric force Our fancies from their steeds unhorse, 25 And call us from thy fairy reign To dreary Bagshot Heath again!
1791.
FOOTNOTES:
[26:2] First published in 1834.
LINENOTES:
t.i.tle] Ode to sleep. Travelling in the Exeter Coach with three other pa.s.sengers over Bagshot Heath, after some vain endeavours to compose myself I composed this Ode--August 17, 1791. MS. O.
[12] Vulgo yclept night-cap MS. O.
[13] that] thy MS. O.
DEVONSHIRE ROADS[27:1]
The indignant Bard composed this furious ode, As tired he dragg"d his way thro" Plimtree road![27:2]
Crusted with filth and stuck in mire Dull sounds the Bard"s bemudded lyre; Nathless Revenge and Ire the Poet goad 5 To pour his imprecations on the road.
Curst road! whose execrable way Was darkly shadow"d out in Milton"s lay, When the sad fiends thro" h.e.l.l"s sulphureous roads Took the first survey of their new abodes; 10 Or when the fall"n Archangel fierce Dar"d through the realms of Night to pierce, What time the Bloodhound lur"d by Human scent Thro" all Confusion"s quagmires floundering went.
Nor cheering pipe, nor Bird"s shrill note 15 Around thy dreary paths shall float; Their boding songs shall scritch-owls pour To fright the guilty shepherds sore, Led by the wandering fires astray Thro" the dank horrors of thy way! 20 While they their mud-lost sandals hunt May all the curses, which they grunt In raging moan like goaded hog, Alight upon thee, d.a.m.ned Bog!
1791.
FOOTNOTES:
[27:1] First published in 1834.
[27:2] Plymtree Road, August 18, 1791. _Note, MS. O._ [Plimtree is about 8 miles N. of Ottery St. Mary. S. T. C. must have left the mail coach at Cullompton to make his way home on foot.]
LINENOTES:
_Devonshire Roads_] No t.i.tle MS. O.
MUSIC[28:1]
Hence, soul-dissolving Harmony That lead"st th" oblivious soul astray-- Though thou sphere-descended be-- Hence away!-- Thou mightier G.o.ddess, thou demand"st my lay, 5 Born when earth was seiz"d with cholic; Or as more sapient sages say, What time the Legion diabolic Compell"d their beings to enshrine In bodies vile of herded swine, 10 Precipitate adown the steep With hideous rout were plunging in the deep, And hog and devil mingling grunt and yell Seiz"d on the ear with horrible obtrusion;-- Then if aright old legendaries tell, 15 Wert thou begot by Discord on Confusion!
What though no name"s sonorous power Was given thee at thy natal hour!-- Yet oft I feel thy sacred might, While concords wing their distant flight. 20 Such Power inspires thy holy son Sable clerk of Tiverton!
And oft where Otter sports his stream, I hear thy banded offspring scream.
Thou G.o.ddess! thou inspir"st each throat; 25 "Tis thou who pour"st the scritch-owl note!
Transported hear"st thy children all Sc.r.a.pe and blow and squeak and squall; And while old Otter"s steeple rings, Clappest hoa.r.s.e thy raven wings! 30
1791.
FOOTNOTES:
[28:1] First published in 1834.
LINENOTES:
t.i.tle] Ode on the Ottery and Tiverton Church Music MS. O.
SONNET[29:1]
ON QUITTING SCHOOL FOR COLLEGE
Farewell parental scenes! a sad farewell!
To you my grateful heart still fondly clings, Tho" fluttering round on Fancy"s burnish"d wings Her tales of future Joy Hope loves to tell.
Adieu, adieu! ye much-lov"d cloisters pale! 5 Ah! would those happy days return again, When "neath your arches, free from every stain, I heard of guilt and wonder"d at the tale!
Dear haunts! where oft my simple lays I sang, Listening meanwhile the echoings of my feet, 10 Lingering I quit you, with as great a pang, As when erewhile, my weeping childhood, torn By early sorrow from my native seat, Mingled its tears with hers--my widow"d Parent lorn.
1791.
FOOTNOTES:
[29:1] First published in 1834.
LINENOTES:
t.i.tle] Sonnet on the Same (i. e. "Absence, A Farewell Ode," &c.) 1834.
ABSENCE[29:2]