Stanzas To Miss Wylie

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.     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.     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.     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.     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.