One would think she might like to retire To the bow'r I have labour'd to rear;!' Not a fhrub that I heard her admire, But I hasted and planted it there. Oh how fudden the jeffamine ftrove With the lilac to render it gay! Already it calls for my love, To prune the wild branches away. From the plains, from the woodlands and groves, I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed: But let me that plunder forbear, She will fay 'twas a barbarous deed. Such tenderness fall from her tongue... have heard her with fweetness unfold How that pity was due to---a dove; That it ever attended the bold, And the call'd it the fifter of love. But her words fuch a pleasure convey, So much I her accents adore, Let her speak, and whatever she fay, Methinks I should love her the more. Can a bofom fo gentle remain Unmov'd when her Corydon fighs! Will a nymph that is fond of the plain, Thefe plains and this valley defpise ? Dear regions of filence and fhade! Soft scenes of contentment and ease! Where I could have pleasingly stray'd, If aught in her absence could please. But where does my Phyllida ftray?? And where are her grots and her bow'rs The groves may perhaps be as fair, III. SOLICITUDE. WHY will you my paffion reprove? Why term it a folly to grieve? With her mien fhe enamours the brave; O you that have been of her train, 1001 -But I cannot allow her to fmile. For when Paridel tries in the dance And his crook is beftudded around; 'Tis his with mock paffion to glow; To the grove or the garden he strays, O Phyllis," he whispers, "more fair, "Then the lily no longer is white; "Then the rofe is depriv'd of its bloom; "Then the violets die with defpight, "And the woodbines give up their perfume." Thus glide the foft numbers along, And he fancies no fhepherd his peer: -Yet I never fhould envy the fong, Were not Phyllis to lend it an ear. Let his crook be with hyacinths bound Let his forehead with laurels be crown'd, IV. DISAPPOINTMENT. YE fhepherds give ear to my lay, She was fair--and my paffion begun Perhaps I was void of all thought; And the lip of the nymph we admire Seems for ever adorn'd with a fmile, |