Strait to the beauteous bower they throng,
Nor for admittance waited long;
The nymph, whom every charm attends,
Receives her new, aerial friends;
With crumbled cake, and fruitage feeds,
And feasts them on her choicest seeds;
Did all, that kindness could inspire,
To bring her coy acquaintance nigh her;
And Linny now returns, to pay
The due devotions of the day;
When to his wondering eyes arose
A numerous circle of his foes;
Grief touch'd his soul, to see them there,
But, with a seeming easy air,
He took his place among the rest,
And sat an undistinguish'd guest.