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The treasure on her lips; rear o'er her head A canopy of gossamer, begemmed With drops of glittering dew, and gathered fresh From beds of new-blown daisies; breathe, amid The honeysuckle's winding horns, a sound Of lulling sweetness; strike your pearly shells In unison with wings for ever fraught With music; see that the dusky trumpeter, The gnat, be stingless; lead her sleeping thoughts To fairy land, and wreathe her in the dance Which bright Titania threads! Helena, now Smile on my invocation. Thou shalt ne'er Again be tortured with dark phantasies, But, waking, sleeping, will thy husband's care Guard thee from evil.—Are thy fears dispelled, Or must I weave a charm more potent, love? I am to blame to let this vision still Hang round my heart; I see that thou art safe, I feel that thou art mine. My rival lies