Accept the tribute of a heart,

Which thou hast often made to glow

With transport, oft with terror start,

Or sink at strains of solemn woe!

Invention, like a falcon, tam'd

By some expert and daring hand,

For pride, for strength and fierceness fam'd,

Implicit yields to thy command.

Now mounts aloft in soaring flight,

Shoots, like a star, beyond the sight;

Or, in capricious windings borne,

Mocks our faint hopes of safe return;

Delights in trackless paths to roam,

But hears thy call, and hurries home;

Checks his bold wing when tow'ring free,

And sails, without a pause, to thee!

Enchantress, thy behests declare!

And what thy strong delusions are!

When spirits in thy circle rise,

Gaunt Wonder, panic-struck, and pale,

Impatient Hope, and dread Surmise,

Attendants on the mystic tale!

How is it, with such vivid hues,

A harmonizing softness flows!

What are the charms that can diffuse,

Such grandeur as thy pencil throws!

Say! do the nymphs of classic lore,

So simply graceful, light, and fair,

Forsake their consecrated shore,

Their hallow'd groves, and purer air?

Tir'd of the ancient Grecian loom,

And smit with Fancy's wayward glance,

Weave they amid the Gothic gloom,

The high-wrought fiction of Romance?

While the dark Genius of our northern clime,

Whose giant limbs the mist of years enshrouds,

Bursts through the veil which hides his head sublime,

And moves majestic through recoiling clouds!

O yes! they own the wond'rous spell,

And to each form their hands divine

Give, with nice art, the temper'd swell,

The chasten'd touch and faultless line!

Each fiction under their command,

Assumes an air severely true,

And, every vision, wildly grand,

Life's measur'd pace and modest hue.

Reason and fancy, rival powers!

Unite, their RADCLIFFE to befriend;

To decorate her way with flowers,

The minor graces all attend!