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Thee, best beloved! the virgin train await
Thy blooming wilds among,
With untired feet; and cull thy earliest sweets
To weave fresh garlands for the glowing brow
Of him, the favoured youth
That prompts their whispered sigh.
Unlock thy copious stores,—those tender showers
And silent dews that swell
The milky ear's green stem,
And feed the flowering osier's early shoots ;
With warm and pleasant breath
Salute the blowing flowers.
Now let me sit beneath the whitening thorn,
And mark thy spreading tints steal o'er the dale ;
And watch with patient eye
Thy fair unfolding charms.
O nymph, approach! while yet the temperate sun With bashful forehead through the cool moist air
Throws his young maiden beams,
And with chaste kisses wooes
The earth's fair bosom ; while the streaming veil
Of lucid clouds with kind and frequent shade
Protects thy modest blooms
From his severer blaze.
Sweet is thy reign, but short :--The red dog-star
Thy greens, thy flowerets all,
Reluctant shall I bid thee then farewell :
For 0, not all that Autumn's lap contains,
Nor Summer's ruddiest fruits,
Can aught for thee atone,
Fair Spring! whose simplest promise more delights Than all their largest wealth, and through the heart
Each joy and new-born hope
With softest influence breathes.
VIRGin, brighter than the morning,
Roses strew, and myrtles bring,
drain the wasted Spring ;The altars are already drest,
* Designed for the opening of a Tragedy.
The shifting colours prove by turns
Pleading now, now lingering, fainting,
Mind not what thy maidens say;
Though they chide the cruel day,
From his arms that would enfold thee;
Kiss, and take a short farewell,—
They wish the chance to them befell.
Mighty Love demands his crown