Song. Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Goddess of the silver lake, Listen, and save. Listen, and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus; By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys' grave majestic pace, By scaly Triton's winding shell, And old soothsaying Glaucus' spell, By Leucothea's lovely hands, And her son that rules the strands, By Thetis' tinsel-slippered feet, And the songs of sirens sweet, By dead Parthenope's 45 dear tomb, Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks, By all the nymphs that nightly dance Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have. Listen, and save. [SABRINA rises, attended by water-nymphs, and sings.] By the rushy-fringed bank, Where grows the willow and the osier dank, My sliding chariot stays, Thick set with agate, and the azure sheen Of turkis blue, and emerald green, Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, I am here. We implore thy powerful hand To undo the charmed band Of true virgin here distressed, Through the force, and through the wile, Of unblest enchanter vile. SABRINA. Shepherd, 'tis my office best Brightest lady, look on me; I have kept, of precious cure; Thrice upon thy rubied lip; Next this marble venomed seat, Smeared with gums of glutinous heat, I touch with chaste palms, moist and cold: Now the spell hath lost his hold; And I must haste, ere morning hour, To wait in Amphitrite's bower. [SABRINA descends, and the LADY rises out of her seat.] |