II.

Thus Constance sate, by some sweet sorcerer's rhyme Charm'd into worlds beyond the marge of Time, When a dim shadow o'er the herbage stole, And light boughs stirr'd above the violet knoll; In vain the shadow stole, the light bough stirr'd, Her sense yet spell-bound by the magic word; Spell-bound no less, his steps the stranger stay'd-- And gazed as Cymon on the sleeping Maid.-- And, oh! that brow so angel-clear from guile, That childlike lip unconscious of its smile, That virgin bloom where blushes went and came From deeps of feeling never stirr'd by shame, Seem'd like the Una of the Poet's page Charm'd into life by some bright Archimage. Not till each gaudier Venus crowds adore, And desecrate adoring--dupes no more, Comes the true Goddess, by her blushes known-- The dove her symbol, innocence her zone! At the first glance her birth the Urania proves. Heaven smiles, and Nature blossoms where she moves.