GENIUS LOCI.



                          I.
W ITHATr deity for dozing laziness
VV \1Devised the lounging coziness of this
Enchanteri nook -and how !-did I distress
   His musing ease that fled but now, or his
Laughed Frolic with some forest-sister, fair
As those wild hill-carnations are and rare 
Too true, alas !-Feel! the wild moss is warm
  And moist with late reclining, as the palm
  Of what hot Hamadryad, who, a-nap,
Props her hale cheek upon it, while her arm
  Weak wind-flowers bury; in her hair the balm
  Of a whole Spring of blossoms and of sap


                         II.
See, how the dented moss, that pads the hump
  Of these distorted roots, elastic springs
From that god's late departure; lump by lump,
  Pale tufts impressed twitch loose in nervous rings,
As crowding stars qualm thro' gray evening skies.
Indulgence grant thou my profane surprise,