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At thy Approach, my Cheek with Blushes glows,
And conscious Warmth, which with Thee comes and goes;
Like the pale Lily join'd to Sharon's Rose;
And Thorns to them I sooner would compare,
Than other Beauties to my Darling Fair.

II.

And I as soon would rank a fruitful Tree
With barren Shrubs, as Mortal Clods with thee.
Beneath thy Shade, blest, to my Wish, I sat,
And of thy Royal Banquet freely eat;
Whilst o'er my Head a Banner was display'd:
In which, O! melting Sight! the God of Love did bleed,
Excess of Pleasure will my Soul destroy;
I'm e'en oppress'd with the Tyrannic Joy:

O! therefore turn thy lovely Eyes away;
(Yet do not, for I die, unless they stay.)
I faint, I faint; alas! no Mortal yet,
With Eyes undazzled half this Splendor met:
But sure I cannot sink, upheld by Thee;
So would I rest unto Eternity.
And now I charge you, Virgins, not to make
The least Disturbance, till my Love awake.

III.

What Charming Voice is that salutes my Ear?
It must be my Beloved's; he is near:
He is, and yet unfriendly stays without:
He stays, as if he did a Welcome doubt.
But hark, methinks I hear him softly say;
Arise, my Fair, arise, and come away!
For lo the stormy Winter's past and gone;
And Summer, dress'd in all her Pride, comes on:
The warbling Birds in airy Raptures sing
Their glad Pindarics to the welcome Spring:

The Fig-Trees sprout, the chearful Vines look gay;
Arise, my lovely Fair,—One, come away!
Come forth, my Dove, my Charming Innocence;
How canst thou fear, while I am thy Defence?

IV.

Do thou the spiteful Foxes then destroy,
That would my young aspiring Vines annoy.
Not for the World would I exchange my Bliss,
While my Beloved's Mine, and I am His:
And till the Break of that Eternal Day,
Whose Rising Sun shall chace the Shades away;
Turn, my Beloved, turn again; and thy
Dear Sight shall make the lazy Moments fly.