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STANZAS TO MISS WYLIE
I
O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown,The riches of Flora are lavishly strown,
The air is all softness, and crystal the streams,
The West is resplendently clothed in beams.
II
O come! let us haste to the freshening shades,The quaintly carv'd seats, and the opening glades;
Where the faeries are chanting their evening hymns,
And in the last sun-beam the sylph lightly swims.
III
And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed,Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head:
And there Georgiana I'll sit at thy feet,
While my story of love I enraptur'd repeat.
IV
So fondly I'll breathe, and so softly I'll sigh,Thou wilt think that some amorous Zephyr is nigh:
Yet no—as I breathe I will press thy fair knee,
And then thou wilt know that the sigh comes from me.
V
Ah! why dearest girl should we lose all these blisses?That mortal's a fool who such happiness misses:
So smile acquiescence, and give me thy hand,
With love-looking eyes, and with voice sweetly bland.
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