A Dragon-Fly with beauteous wing Is hov'ring o'er a silv'ry spring; I watch its motions with delight, Now dark its colours seem, now bright; Chameleon-like appear, now blue,...
She behind yon mountain lives, Who my love's sweet guerdon gives. Tell me, mount, how this can be! Very glass thou seem'st to me, And I seem to be close by, For I see her drawing nigh;...