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I flourish'd richer and more blest
Muse And every
Grace adorns, fubdues ;
L Y DIA.
L Y DIA.
INSCRIBED TO DR. SHORT.
O SHORT, no herb, no falve, was ever found
To ease a lover's heart, or heal his wound;
Thus sweetly fad of old, the Cyclops strove
Till night, from the first dawn of opening day, Confumes with inward heat, and melts away. Yet then a cure, the only cure, he found, And thus apply'd it to the bleeding wound; From a steep rock, from whence he might survey The flood (the bed where his lov'd sea-nymph lay), His drooping head with sorrow bent he hung, And thus his griefs calm’d with his mournful fong. “ Fair Galatea, why is all my pain “ Rewarded thus ? foft love with sharp disdain ? “ Fairer than falling snow or rising light, “ Soft to the touch as charming to the fight ; “ Sprightly as unyok'd heifers, on whose head 66 The tender crescents but begin to spread; “ Yet, cruel, you to harshness more incline, “ Than unripe grapes pluck'd from the favage vine. “ Soon as my heavy eye-lids seal'd with sleep, “ Hither you come out from the foaming deep; “ But, when sleep leaves me, you together fly, “ And vanish swiftly from my opening eye, “ Swift as young lambs when the fierce wolf they spy. “ I well remember the first fatal day " That made my heart your beauty's easy prey, “ 'Twas when the flood you, with my mother, left, “ Of all its brightness, all its pride, bereft, “ To gather flowers from the steep mountain's top; “ Of the high office proud, I led you up; “ To hyacinths and roses did you bring, " And shew'd you all the treasures of the spring.
« But from that hour my soul has known no rest,
Why you despise and fly the Cyclops fo;
My loaded shelves groan with the weight they hold. “With fuch soft notes I the shrill pipe inspire, “ That every liftening Cyclops does admire ; “ While with it often I all night proclaim “ Thy powerful charms, and my successless flame. “ For thee twelve does, all big with fawn, I feed ; “ And four bear-cubs, tame to thy hand, I breed. " Ah! come to me, fair nymph! and you shall find “ These are the smallest gifts for thee design’d. “ Ah! come, and leave the angry waves to roar, “ And break themselves against the founding shore. “ How much more pleasant would thy flumbers be “ In the retir'd and peaceful cave with me!
“ There the streight cypress and green laurel join, “ And creeping ivy clasps the cluster'd vine ; “ There fresh, cool rills, from Ætna's purest fnow, “ Diffolv'd into ambrosial liquor, flow. “ Who'the wild waves and blackish sea could chufe, “ And these still shades and these sweet streams refuse? “ But if you fear that I, o'er-grown with hair, “ Without a fire defy the winter air, “ Know I have mighty stores of wood, and know “ Perpetual fires on my bright hearth do glow. “My soul, my life itself should burn for thee, “ And this one eye, as dear as life to me.
Why was not I with fins, like fishes, made, “ That I, like them, might in the deep have play'd ? “ Then would I dive beneath the yielding tide, “ And kiss your hand, if you your lips deny’d. “ To thee I'd lilies and red poppies bear, “And flowers that crown each season of the year. “ But I'm resolv'd I'll learn to swim and dive “ Of the next stranger that does here arrive, “ That th’ undiscover'd pleasures I may know “ Which you enjoy in the deep flood below. “ Come forth, 0 nymph! and coming forth forget, " Like me that on this rock unmindful fit “ (Df all things else unmindful but of thee), “ Home to return forget, and live with me. “ With me the sweet and pleasing labour chuse, “ To feed the flock, and milk the burthen'd ewes, 46 To press the cheese, and the sharp runnet to infuse.