ODE TO FOLLY. Written on the 1st April, (All Fool's-day,) 1809. I. GODDESS, from thy airy throne, Mild as evening's softest dews; FOLLY, lend thy witching lyre; Let thy fleeting, changing fire Light wild Fancy's vagrant glance; Bid the Muse Minerva scorn; Thine alone, this joyous morn! Sce, from far, the teeming crowds advance! Hail thy votaries mingling in the dance : While they shout, and kneeling, kiss thy hand; Fill their cup, and wave thy magic wand. II. Mark, who leads the motely train; Stretching o'er thy wide domain, Trembling nations shout around; Vain, alas! thy potent spell, See his restless bosom swell Flattery's peal, in Freedom's song is drowned; The Conqueror hears, and sickens at the sound! Thus the Macedonian madman sighed, Struggling in Ambition's boundless tide. III. FOLLY, hide thy blood-stained spear! Blind to all, but Beauty's charms. Dreaming, doating, laughing, sighing, Raptured-sad-despairing-dying Oh, Belinda!-this for thee!" She coquetting-love grows cool FOLLY, thou hast lost thy fool! Pride indignant, sets the victim free, Slighted Love proclaims the stern decree : Leaves Belinda subject to thy power, Banished far from Hymen's hallowed bower. IV. Goddess, stay! thy cup prepare, Nectar from thy richest spring; Sensual bliss will banquet there, Sunk in loose voluptuous joy ; Lost to Virtue, dead to Shame, Honour, Fortune, Rank, and Fame, Bartered for a base, ignoble joy; Sold for bliss, a harlot can destroy. |