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KENSINGTON GARDEN.
To far-famed Wise her flight unseen she sped,And with gay prospects fill'd the craftsmans head,Soft in his fancy drew a pleasing scheme,And plann'd that landskip in a morning dream.With the sweet view the sire of gardens fired,Attempts the labour by the nymph inspired,The walls and streets in rows of yew designs,And forms the town in all its ancient lines;The corner trees he lifts more high in air,And girds the palace with a verdant square.With a sad pleasure the aërial maidThis image of her ancient realm survey'd;How changed, how fall'n from its primæval pride!Yet here each moon, the hour her lover died,Each moon his solemn obsequies she pays,And leads the dance beneath pale Cynthias rays;Pleased in these shades to head her fairy train,And grace the groves where Albions kinsmen reign.[1]