SONG. My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driven away. And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have. His face is fair as heaven When springing buds unfold; Oh, why to him was 't given, Whose heart is wintry cold? His breast is Love's all-worshipped tomb Where all love's pilgrims come. Bring me an axe and spade, Let winds and tempests beat: SONG. LOVE and harmony combine While thy branches mix with mine Joys upon our branches sit, Chirping loud and singing sweet; Like gentle streams beneath our feet, Innocence and virtue meet. Thou the golden fruit dost bear, Thy sweet boughs perfume the air, There she sits and feeds her young; There his charm'd nest he doth lay, SONG. I LOVE the jocund dance, I love the laughing vale, I love the echoing hill, Where mirth does never fail, And the jolly swain laughs his fill. I love the pleasant cot, I love the innocent bower, I love the oaken seat Beneath the oaken tree, Where all the old villagers meet, I love our neighbours all, But, Kitty, I better love thee: And love them I ever shall, But thou art all to me. MAD SONG. THE wild winds weep, And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs unfold! But lo! the Morning peeps Over the eastern steeps, And rustling birds of dawn The earth do scorn. Lo! to the vault Of paved heaven, With sorrow fraught, My notes are driven : They strike the ear of night, Like a fiend in a cloud, And with night will go; I turn my back to the East Whence comforts have increas'd; For light doth seize my brain SONG. How sweet I roamed from field to field, He show'd me lilies for my hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, He caught me in his silken net, He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. |