Ode to a Water Nymph

YE green-hair'd nymphs! whom PAN allows
To tend this sweetly-solemn† Wood,
To speed the shooting scions into boughs,
And call the roseate blossoms from the bud;
But chief, thou NAID, wont so long to lead
This fluid crystal sparkling as it flows;
Whither, ah! whither art thou fled?
William Mason - 1811