But see, the Birds in noisy Troops are join'd,
I hear the distant Murmurs of the Wind.
The Vapours into dark Confusion blend,
And will e'er long in sudden Spouts descend.
The angry Waves begin their uncouth Noise,
And teeming Clouds bring down the falling Skies.
Hast then, my , to those peaceful Meads
And reedy Plains, where hoary  feeds
His numerous Herds; where neither Storms nor Rain
Molest the Trees, nor incommode the Swain;
Where unmixt Waters are as Chrystal clear,
And warm as Summer glooms, and fine as Air.
A faintish Light shines thro' the watry Green,
And lets us see enough, but — not be seen,
The spangl'd Glories of the Plain reveals
With Pebbles checquer'd, and with Azure Shells.
Dive, , swift, and let us sinking move
Down to the Center of the World, and — Love.