Soon the fair Narciffus dies, Soon he droops his languid head; Such, tho' now so sweet and gay, Tho' thou art a rural queen, By the fuffrage of the fwains, Biefs, then, quickly bless the youth, 19 HAPPY hours all hours excelling, That no anxious thoughts prevail. Life with fome companion dear; B'efs'd, who can unconcern'dly find Quiet by day. Thus let me live, unfeen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die Tell where I lie, 21 AWAKE my charmer, my Rofalind wake, Thy fhepherd, thy Paridel's here; Come shake off thy flumber, thou queen of my heart, Thy deareft companions of mirth are all up, Oh! come, or they'll chide the neglect of thy vow, Fly, fly, betimes, for fear you give Occafion for your fate, In vain, faid the, in vain I ftrive. Alas! 'tis now too late. 23 AGAIN the balmy zephyr blows, Here freely hop from fpray to fpray, Here rove and fing the live long day, Here bathe your pumes, here drink your fill, No fchool-boy rude, to mifchief prone, Or twangs his bow, or huils a ftone, The goldfinch dreads no flimy snares Yon diftant woods among, Let not the harmless red-breaft fear, And feek a fure afylum here, With one that loves his home. My trees for you, ye artlefs tribe, Oh, let me, thus your friendship bribe! T 24 AWAKE, my fair, the morning springs, The fimple sweets would Stella tafte, By uplands, and the green wood fide, Unfold i's charms in vain, The follow brown, the meadow green, Each dew drop glitt ning on the thorn, Each blush tha paint the chesk of morn, Oye in youth and beauty's pride, Who lightly dance along; While laughter frolics at your fide, What though each grace around you play, Warm as the biufh of rifing day, And fparkling as the dew; But glows to difappear, And quiv'ring from the bending bough, Soon breaks the pearly tear! So pafs the beauties of your prime, That e'en in blooming die; Let thofe, my Stella, flight the ftrain, And youth as tranfient too! With charms that win beyond the fight, Still graces fhall remain behind, 25 AH! whither, alas! fhali I Aly? O! how fhall fmother my grief? So fweetly the tript o'er the plain; But now the ne'er fmiles upon me, She's faithlefs-and falfe th her fwain. With Strephon fhe's gone far away, With him is contented and bleft; While I am diftracted all day, And ruin'd for want of my rest. No heed can I take of my sheep, They ramble and roam as they please, Dear nymph, hear thy fhepherd complain, Nor drive me thus into defpair: A ALL 26 nature loks gay, While birds on each spray Re-echo fweet harmony round; The lily and rofe Their beauties difclofe,, And daifies enamel the ground. The meadows look green, And tho' the fpring's fled, With charms that enliven the foul From latitude-nought, to the pole. 27 As Jamie gay, gang'd blithe his way, A bonny lafs, as ever was, Dear laffy. tell, why by thine fel Thou haftily wand'reft here? My ewes, the cry'd, are fraying wide; at thou'rt fo fweet, fo trim and neat, Ife feek the ewes with thee. She gin her hand, nor made a ftand, O'er hill and dale, o'er plain and vale, The birds fang fweet the pair to greet, And as they walk'd, of love they talk'd, And now the fun had rofe to noon, As Damon late, within the grove, And eas'd (retir'd) his fecret pain, And thus address'd the swain: Because the charming nymph is coy: The tongue may learn to fpeak with art; But would you know the fair-one's heart,* Confult it in her eye! 'Tis in that mirror of her foul, Reveal'd, without disguise, to view; And Lydia loves but you! No more my altars then upbraid, Since faithful I have done my part: A a As paffing by a fhady grove, I heard a linnet fing, Whose sweetly-plaintive voice of love Proclaim'd the chearful fpring. His pretty accents feem'd to flow As if he knew no pain; His downy throat he tun'd fo fweet, Ah! happy warbler, (I reply'd,). 'Tis only harmony and love Can be compar'd to thee: Thus perch'd upon the spray ye stand, That glow from ev'ry glade. How joyful might he be! Then farewel, pretty bird, (I said,) Young Chloris, innocent and gay, Sat knotting in a fhade. Each flender finger play'd it's part With fuch activity and art, As would inflame a youthful heart, And warm the most decay'd. Her fav'rite fwain by chance came by, He faw no anger in her eye; Yet when the bafhful boy drew nigh, She would have feem'd afraid. She let her ivory needle fall, And hurl'd away the twisted ball: But ftraight gave Strephon such a call, As wou'd have rais'd the dead. Dear gentle youth, is't none but thee With innocence I dare be free: By fo much truth and modefty No nymph was e'er betray'd. Come, lean thy head upon my lap, While thy fweet cheeks I ftroke and clap, Thou may'ft fecurely take a nap: When he, poor fool! obey'd. She faw him yawn, and heard him snore; I'll truft thee with my flocks, not me: Go, milk thy goats, and fhear thy fheep, on a fummer's day, In the green-wood fhade I lay, The maid that I lov'd, As her fancy mov'd,. Came walking forth that way. A |