To Binning Wood I wander’d on

To Binning Wood I wander’d on, Where leafy labyrinths darkly shone; I walk’d upon enchanted ground, ’Neath boughs that clustering met around, Where a lone flowery circle spreads In beauty. Fays their small harps sound Reclining on their violet-beds, When here in moonlight hours they meet Beneath the fox-glove’s purple bell, To shake their soft elastic feet, As loves, unearthly deem’d, they tell.

And, O! ’tis sweet among these bowers The blushing hermit-rose to seek; For still this lovely queen of flowers Reminds me of Maria’s cheek; While sylvan spirits hover bland, And verdant deck the lady’s shrine Who bade these canopies expand, In Gothic-fashion’d wreathes to twine.