Ye birds! for whom I rear'd the grove, With melting lay salute my love; My Daphne with your notes detain, Or I have rear'd my grove in vain. Ye flowers! before her footsteps rise: Display at once your brightest dyes; That she your opening charms may see, Or what are all your charms to me? Kind Zephyr! brush each fragrant flower, And shed its odours round my bower; Or never more, O gentle Wind! Shall I from thee refreshment find. Ye Streams! if e'er your banks I loved, If e'er your native sounds improved, May each soft murmur soothe my fair, Or oh! 'twill deepen my despair. And thou, my Grot! whose lonely bounds The melancholy pine surrounds, May Daphne praise thy peaceful gloom, Or thou shalt prove her Damon's tomb.
English Poetry - http://eng-poetry.ru/english/index.php. E-mail email@example.com