Fair Naiads of the river, that reside

Fair Naiads of the river, that reside Happy in grottos of rock crystal veined With shining gems, and loftily sustained On columns of pure glass! if now ye glide On duteous errands, or weave side by side Webs of fine net-work, or in groups remove To hear and tell romantic tales of love, Of Genii, Fays, and Tritons of the tide,— Awhile remit your labours, and upraise Your rosy heads to look on me—not long Will it detain you. Sweet'ners of my song! For pity hear me, watering as I go With tears your borders, and for such short space, In heavenly notes sing solace to my woe!