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John Davy
(1763 - 1824)
Within these groves and bowers serene
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Printed for the author and sold by Preston & son, London, 1790.
Lyrics: William Kendall
Within these groves and bowers serene
Retired from mortal haunts afar,
When rising o'er the shadowy green
Appears mild evening's welcome star;
We sportive Elves and wandering Sprites
Join on the flower-enamell'd ground
To celebrate our festive rites
Or lead the mazy dance around;
While lightly glance our nimble feet,
Smooth sliding o'er the tender grass.
We haste Titania's train to meet,
Nor shake a dew-drop as we pass:
And oft, on silken wings upborne,
Thro' the dun air our sports pursue;
Till, scatter'd at th'approach of morn,
We quickly vanish from her view.
Within these groves and bowers serene
Retired from mortal haunts afar,
When rising o'er the shadowy green
Appears mild evening's welcome star;
We sportive Elves and wandering Sprites
Join on the flower-enamell'd ground
To celebrate our festive rites
Or lead the mazy dance around;
While lightly glance our nimble feet,
Smooth sliding o'er the tender grass.
We haste Titania's train to meet,
Nor shake a dew-drop as we pass:
And oft, on silken wings upborne,
Thro' the dun air our sports pursue;
Till, scatter'd at th'approach of morn,
We quickly vanish from her view.