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 * At half-past four the morn essay'd to beam—
 * Saluted, as we pass'd, an early rook—
 * The Princess fell asleep, and, in her dream,

Taik'd of one Master Hubert, deep in her esteem


 * Shed a quill-feather from my larboard wing—
 * Wish'd, trusted, hoped 'twas no sign of decay—
 * Thank Heaven, I'm hearty yet!—'twas no such thing:—
 * At five the golden light began to spring,
 * With fiery shudder through the bloomed east;
 * At six we heard Panthea's churches ring—
 * The city all his unhived swarms had cast,

To watch our grand approach, and hail us as we pass'd


 * So on our flight with hungry eyes they gaze,
 * And, as we shaped our course, this, that way run,
 * With mad-cap pleasure, or hand-clasp'd amaze;
 * Sweet in the air a mild-toned music plays,
 * And progresses through its own labyrinth;
 * Buds gather'd from the green spring's middle-days,
 * They scatter'd,—daisy, primrose, hyacinth,—

Or round white columns wreath'd from capital to plinth.