Invocation to Sabrina, from Comus
SABRINA fair!Listen, where thou art sitting,Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,In twisted braids of lilies knittingThe loose train of thine amber-dripping hair,Listen for dear honour’s sake,Goddess of the silver lake,Listen and save!Listen, and appear to us,In name of great Oceanus,By the earth-shaking Neptune’s mace,And Tethys’ grave majestic pace;By hoary Nereus’ wrinkled look,And the Carpathian wizard’s hook;By scaly Triton’s winding shell,And old soothsaying Glaucus’ spell;By Leucothea’s lovely hands,And her son that rules the strands;By Thetis’ tinsel-slippered feet,And the songs of sirens sweet;By dead Parthenope’s dear tomb,And fair Ligea’s golden comb,Wherewith she sits on diamond rocksSleeking her soft alluring locks;By all the nymphs that nightly danceUpon thy streams with wily glance;Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy headFrom thy coral-paven bed,And bridle in thy headlong wave,Till thou our summons answered have.Listen and save!