Song XXXIV., pp.282-283.

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I’LL range around the shady bowers, 

And gather all the sweetest flowers; 

I’ll strip the garden and the grove, 

To make a garland for my love. 

– 

When in the sultry heat of day, 

My thirsty nymph does panting lay, 

I’ll hasten to the fountains brink, 

And drain the stream that she may drink. 

– 

At night, when she shall weary prove, 

A grassy bed I’ll make my love, 

And with green boughs I’ll form a shade, 

That nothing may her rest invade. 

– 

And whilst dissolv’d in sleep she lyes, 

Myself shall never close these eyes; 

But gazing still with fond delight, 

I’ll watch my charmer all the night. 

– 

And then, as soon as chearful day 

Dispells the gloomy shades away, 

Forth to the forest I’ll repair, 

And find provision for my fair. 

– 

Thus will I spend the day and night, 

Still mixing pleasure with delight; 

Regarding nothing I endure, 

So I can ease for her procure. 

– 

But if the maid whom thus I love, 

Shou’d e’er unkind and faithless prove, 

I’ll seek some dismal distant shore, 

And never think of woman more. 

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