ALexis shunn’d his fellow swains,
Their rural sports and jocund strains,
(Heaven guard us all from Cupid’s Bow;)
He lost his crook, he left his flocks,
And wand’ring through the lonely rocks,
He nourish’d endless woe.
The nymphs and shepherds round him came,
His grief some pity, others blame;
The fatal cause all kindly seek:
He mingled his concern with theirs,
He gave them back their friendly tears,
He sigh’d; but could not speak.
Clorinda came among the rest,
And she too, kind concern exprest,
And as’d the reason of his woe;
She ask’d; but with an air and mein,
As made it easily forseen,
She fear’d to much to know.
The shepherd rais’d his mournful head,
And will you pardon me, he said,
While I the cruel truth reveal;
Which nothing from my breast should tear,
Which never should offend your car,
But that you bid me tell.
‘Tis thus I rove, ‘tis thus complain,
Since you appear’d upon the plain;
You are the cause of all my care:
Your eyes ten thousand dangers dart;
Ten thousand torments vext my heart;
I love, and I despair.
Too much, Alexis, I have heard,
‘Tis what I thought, ‘tis what I fear’d;
And yet I pardon you, she cry’d:
But you shall promise, ne’er again
To breath your vows, or speak your pain.
He bow’d, obey’d, and dy’d.