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THE eve descends with radiant streaks,
Sweetly serene and grandly gay,
While western tinges flush the cheeks,
And insects 'mid the zephyrs play.
Sweetly serene and grandly gay,
While western tinges flush the cheeks,
And insects 'mid the zephyrs play.
Young CYMON, with a rapt'rous heart,
Whom woodland scenes and pleasures drew,
Rov'd while his sweet poetic art
From Nature stole its noblest hue.
Whom woodland scenes and pleasures drew,
Rov'd while his sweet poetic art
From Nature stole its noblest hue.
On wild-thyme banks the poet sung,
Harmonious thither call'd his fair,
Where blooming roses clustering hung,
And every sweet perfum'd the air.
Harmonious thither call'd his fair,
Where blooming roses clustering hung,
And every sweet perfum'd the air.
Attentive to the well-known song
Whose warbled sounds pervade the grove,
Blushing she heard, and sped along,
Her thrilling bosom fir'd with love.
Whose warbled sounds pervade the grove,
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Blushing she heard, and sped along,
Her thrilling bosom fir'd with love.
As on the odorous bank he pours
A lover's song, a lover's sighs,
He saw her glowing, deck'd with flowers,
Affection beaming from her eyes.
A lover's song, a lover's sighs,
He saw her glowing, deck'd with flowers,
Affection beaming from her eyes.
As summer suns unfold the rose,
Or heightening sweets embalm the grove,
So as he gaz'd she deeper glows,
And every look was fraught with love.
Or heightening sweets embalm the grove,
So as he gaz'd she deeper glows,
And every look was fraught with love.
While o'er her face the zephyrs play,
A thousand charms delight each sense,
Join'd to the blushing bloom of May
The sweeter hue of innocence.
A thousand charms delight each sense,
Join'd to the blushing bloom of May
The sweeter hue of innocence.
Her lovely hands a garland bound,
Then on his head she plac'd the wreath,
His locks with flowering myrtles crown'd,
Laurels and roses wav'd beneath.
Then on his head she plac'd the wreath,
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His locks with flowering myrtles crown'd,
Laurels and roses wav'd beneath.
The vivid fires thrill'd through his breast
As energetic strains he sung;
Her artless eyes still more express'd
Than the wild fervour of his tongue.
As energetic strains he sung;
Her artless eyes still more express'd
Than the wild fervour of his tongue.
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