Mark Akenside

(From The Pleasures of Imagination)


THE SMOOTH Peneus from his glassy flood

Reflects purpureal Tempe’s pleasant scene.

Fair Tempe! haunt beloved of sylvan powers,

Of nymphs and fauns; where in the golden age

They played in secret on the shady brink

With ancient Pan; while round their coral steps,

Young hours and genial gales with constant hand

Showered blossoms, odors; showered ambrosial dews,

And spring’s elysian bloom.