Christian Milne (Кристиан Милн)

Song 8 (Cool evening invites--let us stray)

COOL evening invites--let us stray,
Where the moon sweetly chequers the grove,
While her beams on Tweed's wave gaily play,
And PHILOMEL warbles her love.
Come, my love! as we walk I will tell
How your beauty first ravish'd my heart--
How your mind, where the Virtues do dwell,
Incurably rivets Love's dart!
While the nymphs on May eve, crown'd with flow'rs,
Array'd in their holiday dress,
Pass'd festive their innocent hours
In mirth, on the new shorn grass--
Enraptur'd I gaz'd upon you,
Peace fled this fond bosom of mine,
Accept, lovely MARY ! my vow,
And kindly repay me with thine!

1. A Scotch Song
2. To a Very Imprudent Young Woman
3. When in Dread of My Husband’s Safety at Sea
4. Written during a State of Illness
5. Written in Early Spring, 1795

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