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Thee, Shepherd, thee the pleasurable Woods,
The painted Meadows, and the crystal Floods,
Claim and invite to bless their sweet Abodes.
There shady Bow'rs, and sylvan Scenes arise,
There Fountains murmur, and the Spring supplies
Flow'rs to delight the Smell, or charm the Eyes:
But mourn, ye sylvan Scenes, and shady Bow'rs,
Weep all ye Fountains, languish all ye Flow'rs!
If in a Desart Damon but appear,
To Cælia's Eyes a Desart is more fair
Than all your Charms, when Damon is not there!
Gods! what soft Words, what sweet delusive Wiles
He boasts! and oh! those dear undoing Smiles!
Pleas'd with our ruin, to his Arms we run,
To be undone by him, who would not be undone?
Alas! I rave! ye swelling Torrents roul
Your watry Tribute o'er my love-sick Soul!
The painted Meadows, and the crystal Floods,
Claim and invite to bless their sweet Abodes.
There shady Bow'rs, and sylvan Scenes arise,
There Fountains murmur, and the Spring supplies
Flow'rs to delight the Smell, or charm the Eyes:
But mourn, ye sylvan Scenes, and shady Bow'rs,
Weep all ye Fountains, languish all ye Flow'rs!
If in a Desart Damon but appear,
To Cælia's Eyes a Desart is more fair
Than all your Charms, when Damon is not there!
Gods! what soft Words, what sweet delusive Wiles
He boasts! and oh! those dear undoing Smiles!
Pleas'd with our ruin, to his Arms we run,
To be undone by him, who would not be undone?
Alas! I rave! ye swelling Torrents roul
Your watry Tribute o'er my love-sick Soul!
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