[62.] As in a thousand wanton Curls
I
As in a thousand wanton Curls,
The Vine doth the lov'd Elme imbrace;
As clasping Ivy round the Oak doth twine
To kiss his leavy Face;
So thou about my Neck thy Arms shalt fling,
Joyning to mine thy Breast;
So shal my arms about thy fair Neck cling,
My lips on thine imprest?
II
Ceres nor Bacchus, Care of Life nor Sleep
Shall force me to retire;
But we at once will on each others Lip
Our mutual Souls expire.
Then hand in hand down to th'Elizian Plains
(Crossing the Stygian Lake)
Wee'l through those Fields where Spring eternal reigns
Our pleasing journey take.
III
There their fair Mistresses the Heroes lead,
And their old Loves repeat,
Singing or dancing in a flowry Mead
With Mirtles round beset.
Roses and Violets smile beneath a Skreen
Of ever verdant Bayes;
And gentle Zephyr amorously between
Their leaves untroubled playes.
IV
There constantly the pregnant Earth unplow'd
Her fruitful store supplies:
When We come thither, all the happy Crowd
From their green Thrones will rise.
There thou in place above Iove's numerous Train
Of Mistresses shalt sit;
Hers Hellen, Homer will not his disdain
For Thee, and Me to quit.
