LV.

Responsive to the sprightly pipe, when all In sprightly dance the village youth were join'd, Edwin, of melody aye held in thrall, From the rude gambol far remote reclin'd, Sooth'd with the soft notes warbling in the wind. Ah then, all jollity seem'd noise and folly, To the pure soul by Fancy's fire refin'd! Ah, what is mirth but turbulence unholy, When with the charm compar'd of heavenly melancholy!