454 PENSEROSO: With fuch confort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feather'd fleep ; And let fome firange myfterious dream Wave at his wings in aery ftream Of lively portraiture difplay'd, Softly on my eye-lids laid. And as I wake, fweet mufic breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by (bale Spirit to mortals good, Or th' unfeen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the flulions cloyfters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antic pillars maffy proof, And ftoried windows richly dight, Carting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full voic'd quire below, In fervice high, and anthems clear, As may with fweetnefs, through mine ear, Diffolve me into extafies, And bring all Heav'n before mine eyes. And may at WI my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and moffy cell, Where I may fit and rightly fpell Of every ftar that Heav'n doth (hew, And every herb that Pips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To fomething like prophetic 'train. Thefe pleafures Melancholy give, And .1 with thee will choofe to live. 145 150 '55 go 165 170 175 LYCIDA
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