English Poets of the Eighteenth Century. Various

Waft on the breeze, or sink in clouds of gold;

       Transparent forms, too fine for mortal sight,

       Their fluid bodies half dissolved in light.

       Loose to the wind their airy garments flew,

       Thin glittering textures of the filmy dew,

       Dipped in the richest tincture of the skies,

       Where light disports in ever-mingling dyes,

       While every beam new transient colours flings,

       Colours that change whene'er they wave their wings.

       Amid the circle, on the gilded mast,

       Superior by the head, was Ariel placed;

       His purple pinions opening to the sun,

       He raised his azure wand, and thus begun:

      'Ye sylphs and sylphids, to your chief give ear!

       Fays, fairies, genii, elves, and demons, hear!

       Ye know the spheres, and various tasks assigned

       By laws eternal to th' aërial kind.

       Some in the fields of purest aether play,

       And bask and whiten in the blaze of day.

       Some guide the course of wandering orbs on high,

       Or roll the planets through the boundless sky.

       Some less refined, beneath the moon's pale light

       Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night,

       Or suck the mists in grosser air below,

       Or dip their pinions in the painted bow,

       Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main,

       Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain;

       Others on earth o'er human race preside,

       Watch all their ways, and all their actions guide:

       Of these the chief the care of nations own,

       And guard with arms divine the British throne.