Stanzas to Miss Wylie

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Stanzas to Miss Wylie

O come, Georgiana! the rose is full blown,

The riches of Flora are lavishly strown,

The air is all softness, and crystal the streams;

The West is resplendently clothed in beams.

O come! let us haste to the freshening shades,

The quaintly carv’d seats, and the opening glades;

Where the faeries are chanting their evening hymns,

And the last sun-beam the sylph lightly swims.

And when thou art weary, I’ll find thee a bed

Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head:

And there Georgiana I’ll sit at thy feet,

While my story of love I enraptur’d repeat.

So fondly I’ll breathe, and so softly I’ll sigh,

Thou wilt think that some amorous zephyr is nigh;

Yet no⁠—as I breathe I will press thy fair knee,

And then thou wilt know that the sigh comes from me.

Ah! why, dearest girl, should we lose all these blisses?

That mortal’s a fool who such happiness misses:

So smile acquiescence, and give me thy hand,

With love-looking eyes, and with voice sweetly bland.