OF Folly weary, shrinking from the view br Of Violence and Fraud, allow'd to take br All peace from humble life; I would forsake br Their haunts for ever, and, sweet Nymph! with you br Find shelter; where my tired, and tear-swollen eyes br Among your silent shades of soothing hue, br Your 'bells and florrets of unnumber'd dyes' br Might rest--And learn the bright varieties br That from your lovely hands are fed with dew; br And every veined leaf, that trembling sighs br In mead or woodland; or in wilds remote, br Or lurk with mosses in the humid caves, br Mantle the cliffs, on dimpling rivers float, br Or stream from coral rocks beneath the ocean's waves.