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ODE XXIII. To Chloe.

You shun me, Chloe, as a Fawn
To seek her Dam affrighted flies
Through every Mountain, Wood and Lawn,
And trembles at each rushing Breeze.
Her Breath alternate comes and goes,
If but a Lizard stir the Leaves:
And if the Zephyrs fan the Bows,
She starts and quivers, pants and heaves.
I follow not as Lions chace
Their fleeting Prey along the Plains:
Then leave your Mother's cold Embrace,
Since you are grown mature for Man's.