A DRAGON-FLY with beauteous wing br Is hov'ring o'er a silv'ry spring; br I watch its motions with delight,-- br Now dark its colours seem, now bright; br Chameleon-like appear, now blue, br Now red, and now of greenish hue. br Would it would come still nearer me, br That I its tints might better see br br It hovers, flutters, resting ne'er! br br But hush! it settles on the mead.