For as old Memnon's image, long renown'd 150 Through fabling Egypt, at the genial touch Of morning, from its inmost frame sent forth Spontaneous music, so doth Nature's hand, To certain attributes which matter claims, Adapt the finer organs of the mind; So the glad impulse of those kindred powers (Of form, of colour's cheerful pomp, of sound Melodious, or of motion aptly sped), Detains the enliven'd sense; till soon the soul Feels the deep concord, and assents through all 160 Her functions. Then the charm by fate prepared Diffuseth its enchantment Fancy dreams, Rapt into high discourse with prophets old, And wandering through Elysium, Fancy dreams Of sacred fountains, of o'ershadowing groves, Whose walks with godlike harmony resound: Fountains, which Homer visits; happy groves, Where Milton dwells; the intellectual power, On the mind's throne, suspends his graver cares, And smiles; the passions, to divine repose 170 Persuaded yield, and love and joy alone Are waking: love and joy, such as await An angel's meditation. Oh! attend, Whoe'er thou art whom these delights can touch; Whom Nature's aspect, Nature's simple garb Can thus command; oh! listen to my song; And I will guide thee to her blissful walks, And teach thy solitude her voice to hear, And point her gracious features to thy view. Know then, whate'er of the world's ancient store, 180 Whate'er of mimic Art's reflected scenes, With love and admiration thus inspire Attentive Fancy, her delighted sons In two illustrious orders comprehend, Self-taught: from him whose rustic toil the lark Cheers warbling, to the bard whose daring thoughts Range the full orb of being, still the form, Which Fancy worships, or sublime or fair, Her votaries proclaim. I see them dawn: I see the radiant visions where they rise, 190 More lovely than when Lucifer displays His glittering forehead through the gates of morn, To lead the train of Phoebus and the Spring.