The untaught harmony of spring: While, whifp'ring pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs, thro' the clear blue sky, Their gather'd fragrance fling.. Where-e'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner fhade; Where-e'er the rude and mofs-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade*; a bank O'er-canopied with luscious woodbine.. Shakefp. Midf. Night's Dream. Befide |