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Poems on Various Subjects

with some Essays in Prose, Letters to Correspondents, &c. and A Treatise on Health. By Samuel Bowden
 
 

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THE ANSWER TO THE Lady's Last Letter of August 1749.
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THE ANSWER TO THE Lady's Last Letter of August 1749.


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Yet if by chance I heard her song,
Chanting far off the woods among,
Invited by the rural lay,
I'd thro' the pathless desart stray,
Where roses wild adorn the green,
And wither in the shade unseen;
And many a pink, and artless flower,
With purple stain the sylvan bower.

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While cooing turtles from on high,
Murmur their love plaints near the sky.
I'd ask each wood-nymph of the shade,
If they had seen the wand'ring maid;
And in what bosky grove or cell,
The solitary fair might dwell.
Or if the drowsy god of sleep,
Has clos'd her eyes in slumber deep;
And with enchantments magic tie,
Seal'd up those lips of harmony.
Pan, with his horn, shou'd break the spell,
And shake the dormitory cell.