PASTORALS. I. SPRING; OR DAMON. TO SIR WILLIAM TRUMBAL. FIRST in these fields I try the silvan strains, You that too wise for pride, too good for pow'r, Enjoy the glory to be great no more, And, carrying with you all the world can boast, Soon as the flocks shook off the nightly dews, G Daph. Hear how the birds on every blooming With joyous music wake the dawning day! [spray Why sit we mute when early linnets sing, When warbling Philomel salutes the spring? Why sit we sad, when Phosphor shines so clear, And lavish Nature paints the purple year? [strain, Streph. Sing then, and Damon shall attend the While yon slow oxen turn the furrow'd plain : Here the bright crocus and blue violet glow ; Here western winds on breathing roses blow. I'll stake yon lamb, that near the fountain plays, And from the brink his dancing shade surveys. Daph. And I this bowl where wanton ivy twines, And swelling clusters bend the curling vines: Four figures rising from the work appear, The various seasons of the rolling year; And what is that, which binds the radiant sky, Where twelve fair signs in beauteous order lie? Dam. Then sing by turns, by turns the Muses sing; Now hawthorns blossom, now the daisies spring; Now leaves the trees,and flowers adorn the ground; Begin, the vales shall every note rebound. Streph. Inspire me, Phebus! in my Delia's praise, With Waller's strains, or Granville's moving lays : A milk-white bull shall at your altars stand, That threats a fight, and spurns the rising sand. Daph. O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize, And make my tongue victorious as her eyes : No lambs or sheep for victims I'll impart, Thy victim, Love, shall be the shepherd's heart. Streph. Me gentle Delia beckons from the plain, Then hid in shades, eludes her eager swain; But feigns a laugh, to see me search around, And by that laugh the willing fair is found. Daph. The sprightly Sylvia trips along the green; She runs, but hopes she does not run unseen; While a kind glance at her pursuer flies, How much at variance are her feet and eyes! If Windsor-shades delight the matchless maid, Streph. All nature mourns, the skies relent in Hush'd are the birds, and clos'd the drooping flow'rs; If Delia smile the flowers begin to spring, The skies to brighten, and the birds to sing. [fair, Daph. All nature laughs, the groves are fresh and The sun's mild lustre warms the vital air; If Sylvia smiles, new glories gild the shore, And vanquish❜d nature seems to charm no more. Streph. In spring the fields, in autumn hills I love, At morn the plains, at noon the shady grove, But Delia always; absent from her sight, Nor plains at morn, nor groves at noon, delight. Daph. Sylvia's like autumn ripe, yet mild as May, More bright than noon, yet fresh as early day : Ev'n spring displeases, when she shines not here; But bless'd with her, 'tis spring throughout the year. Streph. Say, Daphnis, say, in what glad soil appears A wondrous tree, that sacred monarchs bears?* * An allusion to the royal oak, in which Charles II. had been hid from his pursuers after the battle of Worcester. Tell me but this, and I'll disclaim the prize, Dam. Cease to contend; for, Daphnis, I decree The bowl to Strephon, and the lamb to thee. Bless'd swains, whose nymphs in every grace excel; Bless'd nymphs, whose swains those graces sing so well! Now rise, and haste to yonder woodbine bow'rs, II. SUMMER, OR ALEXIS. TO DR. GARTH. A SHEPHERD's boy (he seeks no better name) Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame, Where dancing sun-beams on the waters play'd, And verdant alders form'd a quivering shade. Soft as he mourn'd, the streams forgot to flow, The flocks around a dumb compassion show, *Alludes to the device of the Scots monarchs, the thistle, worn by Queen Anne; and to the arms of France, the fleur de lys. The two riddles are in imitation of those in Virg. Ecl. 3d. |