Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/191



And ouer both the Sexes thus far reigns To chear all Hearts and to suspend our pains Who when such Eyes, so soft and bright we view Soften our Cares and grow enlighten'd too In sweet conformity to Things so fine No motions feel but such as in them shine. Cou'd but the Witt that on her paper flows Affect my Verse and tune itt to her Prose Through every Line a kindly warmth inspire And raise my Art equal to my desire Then shou'd my Hand snatch from the Muses store Transporting Figures n'ere expos' d before Somthing to Please so mouing and so new As not our Denham or our Cowley knew. Or shew (the harder labour to compleat) The real splendours of our fam'd Long-leate Which above Metaphor itts Structure reares Thô all Enchantment to our sight appears Magnificently Great the Eye to fill Minut'ly finish'd for our nices[t] skill Long-leate that justly has all Praise engross'd The Strangers wonder and our Nations boast Paint her Cascades that spread their sheets so wide And emulate th' Italian waters pride Her Fountains which so high their streames extend Th' amazed Clouds now feel the Rains ascend Whilst Phœbus as they tow'rds his Mantion flow Graces th' attempt and marks them with his Bow. Then shou'd my Pen (smooth as their Turf) convey Swift Thought o're Terasses that lead the way To flow'ry Groves where ev'ning Odours stray To Lab'rinths into which, who fondly comes, Attracted still and wilder'd with Parfumes, Till by acquaintance he their stations knows Here twists a Woodbine there a Jasmin grows