To gaze into the fountain's glassy mirror,
Or list the sweet birds sigh on every bough,
Thou art a woodnymph, speaks thy fair attire.
Sweet fancy of a sweeter maidenhood,
That thou dost walk at dawn a woodnymph wild.
Here will I seal upon thy foam-white brow
My flame again, which burns like yonder orb.
Odora! speak to me! thy voice is sweet,
As sounds of rescue to a ship-wrecked soul.


SCENE II.--LOVER IN A GORGEOUS SALOON IN A GREAT
CITY--EVENING--ENTER ODORA--LOVER SPEAKS.

Again I meet my love. 'Tis wondrous bliss,
That such a Moon shines on my spirit's night.
Like yonder moon, at times, she disappears;--
But still the virtue of her visit stays,
Till she returns, with moon-like certainty.
Come, my Odora come! sing,

ODORA SINGS.

When winds are cold, and winter strips,
The Oak and ghostly Pine;
And fastens every streamlet's lips,
And cold icicles shine:
Still fair amid the scene so bleak,
The daisy flower is seen;
So truest love will comfort speak,