from The Bijou Literary Annual, 1828
author: By Horace Smith, Esq.
source date: 1828
edition published: 20170606
availability: Freely available via a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License

The Bijou;
or Annual of Literature and the Arts

compiled by William Fraser
William Pickering London
1828
p. 194

Inscription for a Grotto

By Horace Smith, Esq.

HITHER to my Grotto fly,
To its cold and mossy seats,
Ye who dread the summer sky,
And the sun's meridian heats.

Here's a fount that moistly breathes
Freshness through the vaulted gloom,
Eglantine whose hidden wreaths
The dim cooling air perfume.

Harboured from the care and noise
Which have still your steps pursued,
Here you taste the purer joys
Of sweet soothing solitude.

Here may maid with love untold,
In echo's ear her tale effuse,
Here may raptured poet hold
Communion with the willing muse.
Hither — hither — hither fly,
To silence to serenity! —