University of Virginia Library

Search this document 

247

To a Singing Bird.

An ANACREONTIC.

Pretty, pleasant, Warbler, why
Sing We, without Liberty?
Thou, for Him, who Thee detains!
I, for Her, whose Charms are Chains!
Ah! How disproportion'd are
Notes of Pleasure, and of Care?
Whilst Thou sing'st, thy Heart is glad:
Mine, alas! depress'd and sad.
Thou, by singing, liv'st—but I
Languish, and despair, and die.