The treasure on her lips; rear o'er her head
A canopy of gossamer, begemmed
With drops of glittering dew, and gathered fresh
From beds of new-blown daisies; breathe, amid
The honeysuckle's winding horns, a sound
Of lulling sweetness; strike your pearly shells
In unison with wings for ever fraught
With music; see that the dusky trumpeter,
The gnat, be stingless; lead her sleeping thoughts
To fairy land, and wreathe her in the dance
Which bright Titania threads! Helena, now
Smile on my invocation. Thou shalt ne'er
Again be tortured with dark phantasies,
But, waking, sleeping, will thy husband's care
Guard thee from evil.—Are thy fears dispelled,
Or must I weave a charm more potent, love?
Helena.
I am to blame to let this vision still
Hang round my heart; I see that thou art safe,
I feel that thou art mine. My rival lies
