Within my Garden, rides a Bird

Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel --
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill --

He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose --
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,

Till every spice is tasted --
And then his Microscopic Gig[^a1]Fairy Gig
Reels in remoter atmospheres --
And I rejoin my Dog,

[^a1: Microscopic Gig | Microscopic Gig]

And He and I, perplex us
If positive, 'twere we --
Or bore the Garden in the Brain
This Curiosity --

But He, the best Logician,
Refers my duller --[^a2]clumsy eye --
To just vibrating Blossoms!
An Exquisite Reply!

[^a2: duller -- | duller --]