Page:Oxford Book of English Verse 1250-1900.djvu/358

 314. ii

Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet imbroider'd vale Where the love-lorn Nightingale Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well. Canst thou not tell me of a gentle Pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O if thou have Hid them in som flowry Cave, Tell me but where Sweet Queen of Parly, Daughter of the Sphear! So maist thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heav'ns Harmonies?

315. iii

The Spirit sings:

Sabrina fair Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of Lillies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair, Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save!

Listen and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus, By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys grave majestick pace,