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My fault'ring tongue attempts in vain
Condemn’d to nurse eternal care,
Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate !
When doom'd to love, and doom' to languish, To bear the scornful fair one's hate,
Nor dare disclose his anguish.
Reveals how much I love her.
O'erspread with rising blushes,
A thousand various wishes.
For oh! that form so heavenly fair,
Those languid eyes so sweetly smiling,
So artfully beguiling!
So charms whene'er I view thee,
Still will my hopes pursue thee :
Be this last blessing given,
And die in sight of heaven.
Go, tell Amynta, gentle swain,
A sigh, or tear, perhaps, she'll give,
Yes, fairest proof of beauty's power,
Dear idol of my panting heart; Nature points this my fatal hour;
And I have liv'd; and we must part.
While now I take my last adieu
Heave thou no sigh, nor shed a tear, Lest yet my half-clos'd eye may view
On earth an object worth its care.
From jealousy's tormenting strife
For ever be thy bosom freed; That nothing may disturb thy life
Content I hasten to the dead.
Yet when some better fated youth
Shall with his amorous parly move thee, Reflect one moment on his truth
Who dying thus persists to love thee.
In vain you tell your parting lover You wish fair winds may waft him over : Alas! what winds can happy prove That bear me far from what I love? Alas! what dangers on the main Can equal those which I sustain. From slighted vows and cold disdain? Be gentle, and in pity choose To wish the wildest tempests loose; That, thrown again upon the coast Where first my shipwreck'd heart was lost, I may once more repeat my pain, Once more in dying notes complain Of slighted vows and cold disdain.
The heavy hours are almost past
That part my love and me; My longing eyes may hope at last
Their only wish to see.
But how, my Delia, will you meet
The man you've lost so long? Will love in all your pulses beat,
And tremble on your tongue ?
Will you in every look declare
Your heart is still the same; And heal each idle anxious care
Our fears in absence frame ? :
Thus Delia, thus I paint the scene
When shortly we shall meet, And try what yet remains between
Of loit'ring time to cheat...
But if the dream that sooths my mind.
Shall false and groundless prove, If I am doom'd at length to find in
You have forgot to love; 'is