She steals the sun-beam's fervid glow, To paint her flowers of mingling hue; And o'er the grape the purple throw, Breaking from verdant leaves to view. There myrtle bowers, and citron grove, O'er canopy our airy dance; And there the sea-breeze loves to rove, When trembles day's departing glance. And when the false moon steals away, Or ere the chasing morn doth rise, Oft, fearless, we our gambols play By the fire-worm's radiant eyes. And suck the honey'd reeds that swell In tufted plumes of silver white; Or pierce the cocoa's milky cell, To sip the nectar of delight! And when the shaking thunders roll, And lightnings strike athwart the gloom, We shelter in the cedar's bole, And revel 'mid the rich perfume! But chief we love beneath the palm, Or verdant plantain's spreading leaf, To hear, upon the midnight calm, Sweet Philomela pour her grief. To mortal sprite such dulcet sound, Such blissful hours, were never known! O fly with me my airy round, And I will make them all thine own! Adeline ceased to sing--when she immediately heard repeated in a low voice: To mortal sprite such dulcet sound, Such blissful hours, were never known! and turning her eyes whence it came, she saw M. Amand. She blushed and laid down the lute, which he instantly took up, and with a tremulous hand drew forth tones [Illustration 08] That might create a soul, Under the ribs of death: In a melodious voice, that trembled with sensibility, he sang the following SONNET How sweet is Love's first gentle sway, When crown'd with flowers he softly smiles! His blue eyes fraught with tearful wiles, Where beams of tender transport play: Hope leads him on his airy way, And faith and fancy still beguiles---- Faith quickly tangled in her toils---- Fancy, whose magic forms so say The fair deceiver's self deceive---- How sweet is love's first gentle sway! Ne'er would that heart he bids to grieve From sorrow's soft enchantments stray---- Ne'er--till the God exulting in his art, Relentless frowns and wings th' envenom'd dart.