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ANOTHER ODE TO STELLA.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Whilom arthritic tyranny consign'd
My gout-invaded limbs to beds of pain,
Me doctors in polluted air confin'd,
Beneath the downward Season's iron reign.
By the Moon's lambent light no more I stray'd;
No more soft woes of wanton love confest:
No more met wandering Pleasure in the shade,
Nor play'd on smiling Nature's naked breast.
But, come now, Stella, to the conscious shades!
Come, while usurping Darkness shares the day!
While Beauty shines, and listening Rapture leads,
Where twittering Progne pours the melting lay.
Tho' shivering in a blasted plain I dwell;
Tho' vigorous Rapture sadden to Despair;
Tho' flow'rs and fruits and flickering Phœbus fail—
Thou'st lighted up a Constellation there.
O then in strife corporeal let me taste
The soft concatenation of Delight;
And, sinking on the down of Stella's breast,
In murmurs bid the waking world good-night.