ELEGY XXXII. DAMON AND SYLVIA. Ан me! that restless bliss so soon should flie! When cold suspense and torturing despair, When pausing doubt, and anxious fear's no more, Some idle falshood haunts my list'ning ear, And wakes my heart to all it felt before. 10 One treads the mazes of the puzzled dance Another boasts a more substantial claim, But I nor tread the mazes of the dance 20 I boast not Fortune's more substantial claim, Say, will thy gen'rous heart for these reject Come, let us tread the flow'ry paths of peace, Perhaps some tender sympathetic breast, Who knows with Sorrow's elegance to moan, May search the charnel where our relics rest, And grave our mem'ry on the faithful stone. "Tread soft, ye lovers, o'er this hallow'd ground: Here lies fond Damon by his Sylvia's side; Their souls in life by mutual love were bound, Nor death the lasting union could divide."40 ·་ ELEGY XXXIII. ΤΟ DAMON. No longer hope, fond youth, to hide thy pain, Too well I know what broken murmurs mean, Nor did I learn this skill by Ovid's rule, I never studied but in Myra's school, And only judge thy passion by my own. Believe me, Love is jealous of his power; In vain, alas! you seek the lonely grove, And in sad numbers to the Thames complain; The shade with kindred softness sooths thy love, Sad numbers sooth, but cannot cure, thy pain. When Phoebus felt (as story sings) the smart, By the coy beauties of his Daphne fir'd, Even should the maid vouchsafe to hear thy song, She'll hear unmov'd, and, without pitying, praise. Nor yet proud maid, shouldst thou refuse thine ear, Nor are the manners of the poet rude, Nor pours he not the sympathetic tear, His heart by anguish, not his own, subdued. When fairest names in long oblivion rot, (For fairest names must yield to wasting time) 30 The poet's mistress 'scapes the common lot, And blooms uninjur'd in his living rhime. |