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53

Idyllium V.

[When e'er I see, curl'd by the gentle Wind]

When e'er I see, curl'd by the gentle Wind,
The azure Main, Fear strikes my tim'rous Mind;
My Muse no longer can my Thoughts improve,
A sure and calm Retreat the Muses love.
But when I hear the boist'rous Billows roar,
Dash, and rebound against the crooked Shore;
I turn to Land, and fly the restless Seas,
Look on the Fields, gaze on the verdant Trees,
The loveliest Objects which invite to Ease.
Safe is the Land, where Boughs a Shelter form,
To save me from the Terrors of the Storm.
To make a Shade the am'rous Branches twine;
There are the whist'ling Gales, and singing Pine.
A wretched Life sure must the Drudgers be,
Whose Ship's his House, whose Labour's in the Sea.

54

Give me a Sleep beneath a spreading Shade,
Just at a neighb'ring murm'ring Fountain's Head;
Which glads the Swain, and never makes afraid.