There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, 40 And all the trophies of his former loves; With tender billets-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire. Then prostrate falls, and begs with ardent eyes Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize: 45 The pow'rs gave ear, and granted half his pray'r, The rest, the winds dispersed in empty air. But now secure the painted vessel glides, All but the sylph — with careful thoughts oppressed, While ev'ry beam new transient colours flings, Amid the circle, on the gilded mast, Superior by the head, was Ariel placed; He raised his azure wand, and thus begun. "Ye sylphs and sylphids, to your chief give ear! Fays, fairies, genii, elves, and demons, hear! 70 Ye know the spheres, and various tasks assigned 75 Some in the fields of purest ether play, And bask and whiten in the blaze of day. Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, 80 Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, 85 Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain. "Our humbler province is to tend the fair, 90 95 To draw fresh colours from the vernal flow'rs; "This day, black omens threat the brightest fair That e'er deserved a watchful spirit's care; Some dire disaster, or by force, or slight; But what, or where, the fates have wrapped in night. 105 Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law, Or some frail china jar receive a flaw; Or lose her heart, or necklace, at a ball; 110 Or whether heav'n has doomed that Shock must fall. Haste then, ye spirits! to your charge repair: The flutt'ring fan be Zephyretta's care; The drops to thee, Brillante, we consign; And, Momentilla, let the watch be thine; 115 Do thou, Crispissa, tend her fav'rite lock; Ariel himself shall be the guard of Shock. "Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, 125 Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, Be stopped in vials, or transfixed with pins; Or plunged in lakes of bitter washes lie, Or wedged, whole ages, in a bodkin's eye: He spoke; the spirits from the sails descend: 130 135 140 CANTO III Close by those meads, for ever crowned with flow'rs, Of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home; Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort, To taste awhile the pleasures of a court; 5 ΙΟ In various talk th' instructive hours they passed, One speaks the glory of the British Queen, 20 Snuff, or the fan, supply each pause of chat, With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that. Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day, The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray; The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jury-men may dine; The merchant from th' Exchange returns in peace, And the long labours of the toilet cease. 25 Belinda now, whom thirst of fame invites, Burns to encounter two advent 'rous knights, At ombre singly to decide their doom; 100 105 And swells her breast with conquests yet to come. The nymph exulting fills with shouts the sky; The walls, the woods, and long canals reply. Oh thoughtless mortals! ever blind to fate, Too soon dejected, and too soon elate. Sudden these honours shall be snatched away, For lo! the board with cups and spoons is crowned, The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; On shining altars of japan they raise |