Classic Poem

I.

O COME , thou Nymph of lust'rous eye,
 In all the pomp of fancy drest,
Thy loose robe stain'd with Heav'ns own dye;
 A rainbow, cestus o'er thy breast;
O! come, and mount thy car, and glance athwart the sky.

II.

She mounts, the cloudy coursers start,
 With whirlwind speed they waft the soul;
Now from all nether lights depart;
 Now thunder by the trembling pole,
And fill with awe sublime the glorying heart.

III.

Comets desert their burning spheres,
 And fiery meteors join our train,
Streaming, the Northern glow appears,
 And lancing lightnings pour in vain,
Unhurt fair Fancy flies, nor flame, nor tempest fears.