The Bijou;
or Annual of Literature and the Arts
compiled by William Fraser
London: William Pickering,
1828
| HITHER to my Grotto fly, | 1 |
| To its cold and mossy seats, | 2 |
| Ye who dread the summer sky, | 3 |
| And the sun's meridian heats. | 4 |
| Here's a fount that moistly breathes | 5 |
| Freshness through the vaulted gloom, | 6 |
| Eglantine whose hidden wreaths | 7 |
| The dim cooling air perfume. | 8 |
| Harboured from the care and noise | 9 |
| Which have still your steps pursued, | 10 |
| Here you taste the purer joys | 11 |
| Of sweet soothing solitude. | 12 |
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| Here may maid with love untold, | 13 |
| In echo's ear her tale effuse, | 14 |
| Here may raptured poet hold | 15 |
| Communion with the willing muse. | 16 |
| Hither — hither — hither fly, | 17 |
| To silence to serenity! — | 18 |
from The Bijou, 1828, p. 194 |
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