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, since despised by thee. Oh! were I made by some transforming pow'r 45 The captive bird that sings within thy bow'r![33] Then might my voice thy list'ning ears employ, And I those kisses he receives enjoy. And yet my numbers please the rural throng,[34] Rough satyrs dance, and Pan applauds the song:[35] 50 The nymphs, forsaking ev'ry cave and spring,[36] Their early fruit, and milk-white turtles bring![37] Each am'rous nymph prefers her gifts in vain, On you their gifts are all bestowed again.[38] For you the swains their fairest flow'rs design, 55 And in one garland all their beauties join; Accept the wreath which you deserve alone, In whom all beauties are comprised in one. See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! Descending gods have found Elysium here.[39] 60 In woods bright Venus with Adonis strayed; And chaste Diana haunts the forest-shade. Come, lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours, When swains from shearing seek their nightly bow'rs; When weary reapers quit the sultry field,[40] 65 And crowned with corn their thanks to Ceres yield. This harmless grove no lurking viper hides,[41] But in my breast the serpent love abides.[42] Here bees from blossoms sip the rosy dew, But your Alexis knows no sweets but you. 70 O deign to visit our forsaken seats, The mossy fountains, and the green retreats![43] Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade; Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade; Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise,[44] 75 And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.[45] O! how I long with you to pass my days,[46] Invoke the muses, and resound your praise! Your praise the birds shall chant in ev'ry grove,[47] And winds shall waft it to the pow'rs above.[48] 80 But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain,[49] The wond'ring forests soon should dance[50] again, The moving mountains hear the pow'rful call, And headlong streams hang list'ning in their fall.[51] But see, the shepherds shun the noon-day heat, 85 The lowing herds to murm'ring brooks retreat,[52] To closer shades the panting flocks remove
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