Pluck two feathers from cupid's wing,
Fly, bring thou thy muses I sing.

The warbled sung, that lark on high,
Tracing thou name; through dots on frosty sky.

Echoes blow clouds, reveal white torch bright,
Light love blinds, in cold Suffolk night.

Hail! For eastern far, amber dim glow,
Open earth's eye-lid, as colours over dark flow.

Till the veil touches peak, high'n mount Helicon,
Floats on mirror'd water, beauty of the swan.