ling

And let us cast with what delight to chase

And weary this long ling'ring Phœbus' race.

Whilome thou wont the shepheards' lads to lead

I love to see the old heath's withered brake

Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling,

While the old heron from the lonely lake

And must not then our AEsculapius stay

To bring his ling'ring infant into day?

The babe unborn in the dark womb is tost,

And all my numbers pleasingly surprise;

But here I sit, and mourn a grov'ling mind,

That fain would mount, and ride upon the wind.

INDULGENT muse! my grov'ling mind inspire,

And fill my bosom with celestial fire.

THOU ling’ring star, with lessening ray,

That lov’st to greet the early morn,

With that he whistled his only son, that dropped from a mountain-crest --

He trod the ling like a buck in spring, and he looked like a lance in rest.

“Now here is thy master,” Kamal said, “who leads a troop of the Guides,

Propitious hours to stratagem and death,

Pursue the last remains of ling'ring light.