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INSCRIPTION: ON A TABLET AGAINST A ROOT-HOUSE, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Here, in cool grot and mossy cell
Last Line: Who dares our hallowed haunts profane!


Here, in cool grot and mossy cell,
We rural fays and fairies dwell;
Though rarely seen by mortal eye,
When the pale moon, ascending high,
Darts through yon limes her quivering beams,
We frisk it near these crystal streams.

Her beams, reflected from the wave,
Afford the light our revels crave;
The turf, with daisies broidered o'er,
Exceeds, we wot, the Parian floor;
Nor yet for artful strains we call,
But listen to the water's fall.

Would you then taste our tranquil scene,
Be sure your bosoms be serene;
Devoid of hate, devoid of strife,
Devoid of all that poisons life:
And much it 'vails you in their place,
To graft the love of human race.

And tread with awe these favored bowers,
Nor would the shrubs, nor bruise the flowers;
So may your path with sweets abound;
So may your couch with rest be crowned!
But harm betide the wayward swain,
Who dares our hallowed haunts profane!





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