You fill my heart with dread surprise
What was it? why a mist.

And then around my head there play'd
A flame, so wond'rous bright,
That made me more than all afraid--
My wig had caught the light.

And there came wand'ring by at last,
The same thing, pit-a-pat,
I found as 'cross the room it past,
The cat had got a rat.


MAY.


* * * * *


TEA.

(_For the Mirror_.)

"The Muses' friend, _tea_, does our fancy aid,
Repress those vapours which the head invade."


WALLER.