Poem by John Dyer

To Aurelia

See, the flowery Spring is blown,
Let us leave the smoky Town:
From the Mall, and from the Ring,
Every one has taken wing;
Cloe, Strephon, Corydon,
To the meadows all are gone
What is left you worth your stay?
Come, Aurelia, come away.

Come, Aurelia, come and see
What a lodge I've dress'd for thee;
But the seat you cannot see,
'Tis so hid with jessamy,
With the vine that o'er the walls,
And in every window, crawls;
Let us there be blithe and gay!
Come, Aurelia, come away.

Come with all thy sweetest wiles,
With thy graces and thy smiles;
Come, and we will merry be,
Who shall be so blest as we?
We will frolic all the day,
Haste, Aurelia, while we may:
Ay! and should not life be gay?
Yes, Aurelia—Come away.

1. Ah Gentle Shepherd, Thine the Lot to Tend
2. How to Shear Sheep
3. Written at Ocriculum, in Italy, 1725
4. For Doctor Mackenzie’s Book “The History of Health” Etc. 1756
5. Paraphrase of Part of Chapter 7 of Ecclesiastes

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