"Whence art thou, blooming nymph?" I cried,
And thus a tuneful voice replied:
"Men call me Fancy; at my shrine
" Myriads confess my power divine;
"There painters bend the willing knee,
" And laurell'd poets sue to me:
"For mine is every vivid ray,
" Which partial Nature gave the day;
"And, to the music of my song,
" A thousand nameless charms belong.