29.12.2010, 18:53
THE FLY'S LECTURE.
Once on a time, when, tempted to repine.
In yon green nook I nursed a sullen theme,
A fly lit near me, lovelier than a dream.
With burnish'd plates of sight, and pennons fine :
His wondrous beauty struck and fixt my view.
As, ere he mingled with the shades of eve,
With silent feet he trod the honeydew,
In that lone spot, where I had come to grieve :
And still, whene'er the hour of sorrow brings.
Once more, the humours and the doubts of grief,
In my mind's eye, from that moist forest-leaf
Once more I see the glorious insect rise !
My faith is lifted on two gauzy wings,
And served with light by two metallic eyes.
Once on a time, when, tempted to repine.
In yon green nook I nursed a sullen theme,
A fly lit near me, lovelier than a dream.
With burnish'd plates of sight, and pennons fine :
His wondrous beauty struck and fixt my view.
As, ere he mingled with the shades of eve,
With silent feet he trod the honeydew,
In that lone spot, where I had come to grieve :
And still, whene'er the hour of sorrow brings.
Once more, the humours and the doubts of grief,
In my mind's eye, from that moist forest-leaf
Once more I see the glorious insect rise !
My faith is lifted on two gauzy wings,
And served with light by two metallic eyes.