Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/407

 COUNTESS OP WINCHILSEA 269 �Or thinly vail the Heav'ns mysterious Face; �When in some River, overhung with Green, �The waving Moon and trembling Leaves are seen; 10 �When freshen'd Grass now bears it self upright, �And makes cool Banks to pleasing Rest invite, �Whence springs the Woodbind, and the Bramble-Rose, �And where the sleepy Cowslip shelter'd grows ; �Whilst now a paler Hue the Foxglove takes, �Yet checquers still with Red the dusky brakes �When scatter'd Glow-worms, but in Twilight fine, �Shew trivial Beauties watch their Hour to shine; �Whilst Salisbury stands the Test of every Light, �In perfect Charms, and perfect Virtue bright: 20 �When Odours, which declin'd repelling Day, �Thro' temp'rate Air uninterrupted stray ; �When darken'd Groves their softest Shadows wear, �And falling Waters we distinctly hear; �When thro' the Gloom more venerable shows �Some ancient Fabrick, awful in Repose, �While Sunburnt Hills their swarthy Looks conceal, �And swelling Haycocks thicken up the Vale: �When the loos'd Horse now, as his Pasture leads, �Comes slowly grazing thro' th' adjoining Meads, 30 �Whose stealing Pace, and lengthen'd Shade we fear, �Till torn up Forage in his Teeth we hear: �When nibbling Sheep at large pursue their Food, �And unmolested Kine rechew the Cud ; �When Curlews cry beneath the Village-walls, �And to her straggling Brood the Partridge calls ; �Their shortliv'd Jubilee the Creatures keep, �Which but endures, whilst Tyrant -Man do's sleep; �When a sedate Content the Spirit feels, �And no fierce Light disturb, whilst it reveals; 40 �But silent Musings urge the Mind to seek ��� �