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By harvest moonlight there he spied
The fairy bands advancing;
Bright Ariel's troop, on Thames's side,
Around the willow dancing;
Gay sylphs among the foliage play'd,
And glow-worms glitter'd in the shade.
The fairy bands advancing;
Bright Ariel's troop, on Thames's side,
Around the willow dancing;
Gay sylphs among the foliage play'd,
And glow-worms glitter'd in the shade.
One morn, while Time thus mark'd the tree,
In beauty green and glorious,
'The hand,' he cried, 'that planted thee
'O'er mine was oft victorious;
'Be vengeance now my calm employ,—
'One work of Pope's I will destroy.'
In beauty green and glorious,
'The hand,' he cried, 'that planted thee
'O'er mine was oft victorious;
'Be vengeance now my calm employ,—
'One work of Pope's I will destroy.'
He spake, and struck a silent blow
With that dread arm whose motion
Lays cedars, thrones, and temples low,
And wields o'er land and ocean
The unremitting axe of doom,
That fells the forest of the tomb.
With that dread arm whose motion
Lays cedars, thrones, and temples low,
And wields o'er land and ocean
The unremitting axe of doom,
That fells the forest of the tomb.