Song to a Fair Young Lady

Ask not the cause why sullen

So long delays her flowers to bear;

Why warbling birds forget to sing,

And winter storms invert the year:

Chloris is gone; and fate

To make it Spring where she resides.

Chloris is gone, the cruel fair;

She cast not back a pitying eye:

But left her lover in

To sigh, to languish, and to die:

Ah! how can those fair eyes

To give the wounds they will not cure?

Great God of Love, why hast thou madeA face that can all hearts command,

That all religions can invade,

And change the laws of every land?

Where thou hadst placed such power before,

Thou shouldst have made her mercy more.

When Chloris to the temple comes,

Adoring crowds before her fall;

She can restore the dead from

And every life but mine recall,

I only am by Love

To be the victim for mankind.