In poets, all my marks you’ll see,
Since flash & smoke reveal me;
Suspect me always near Nat Lee
E’en Blackmore can’t conceal me.
In Milton’s page I glow by art,
One flame intense and even;
In Shakespear’s blaze! a sudden start,
Like lightnings flash’d from heaven.
In many more, as well as they
Thro’ various forms I shift;
I’m gently lambent when I’m Gay,
But brightest where I’m Swift.
From smoke shre tidings you may get,
It can’t subsist without me;
Or find me, like some fond coquette,
With fifty Sparks about me.
In other forms I oft am seen,
In breast of Young and Fair;
And as the Virtues dwell within,
You’ll always find me there.
I wish pure piercing, brilliant gleams
Can arm Eliza’s Eye!
With modest, soft, ethereal beams
Sweet Mary’s I supply!!