[Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of
SE in a woodbine's tangled shade,
The
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OD asleep was laid;
His brows with mossy roses crown'd;
His golden darts lay scatter'd round;
To shade his auburn, curled head,
A purple canopy was spread,
Which gently with the breezes play'd,
And shed around a soften'd shade.
Upon his downy smiling cheek,
Adorned with many a "dimple sleek," Beam'd glowing health and tender blisses,
His coral lip which teem'd with kisses Ripe, glisten'd with ambrosial dew,
That mock'd the rose's deepest hue. His quiver on a bough was hung,
His bow lay carelessly unstrung:
His breath mild odour scatter'd round,
His eyes an azure fillet bound:
On every side did zephyrs play,
To fan the sultry beams of day;
While the soft tenants of the grove,
Attun'd their notes to plaintive Love. Thus lay the Boywhen
NS feet Unknowing reach'd the lone retreat;
Surpriz'd, to see the beauteous child Of every dang'rous pow'r beguil'd!
Approaching near his mossy bed,
Soft whisp'ring to herself she said:" Thou little imp, whose potent art " Bows low with grief the
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RT; " Whose thirst insatiate, loves to sip " The nectar from the ruby lip; " Whose barb'rous joy is prone to seek " The soft carnation of the cheek; " Now, bid thy tyrant sway farewell, " As thus I break each magic spell: " Snatch'd from the bough, where high it hung,
O'er her white shoulder straight she flung The burnish'd quiver, golden dart,
And each vain emblem of his art;
Borne from his pow'r they now are seen,
The attributes of
TY'S
EN!
While
VE in secret hides his tears;
AN the form of
US wears!
