(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.