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Pleasant and Divertive. 1 7 1
BEneath a Mirtle shade,
Which Love for none but Lovers made,
I slept, and straight my Love before me brought,
Phillis the Object of my waking thought :
Undrest she came, my Flames to meet,
Whilst Love strew'd Flow'rs beneath her Feet,
So prest by her, became, b>ecame more sweet.
From the bright Vision's head,
A careless Veil of Lawn was loosely spread ; (
From her white Temples, fell her shaded Hair,
Like cloudy Sun-shine, not too Brown or fair :
Her Hands, her Lips, did Love inspire,
Her ev'ry Grace, my Heart did fire,
But most her Eyes, which languish'd with desire.
Ah, charming Fair, said I,
How long can you, my Bliss and yours deny ;
By Nature and by Love, this lovely shade,
Was for Revenge of surT'ring Lovers made :
Silence and shades with Love agree,
Both shelter you, and favour me,
You cannot Blush, because I cannot see.
No, let me Dye, she said,
Rather than lose the Spotless name of Maid ;
Faintly she spoke me-thought for all the while,
She bid me not believe her, with a Smile :
Then dye said I, she still deny'd,
And is it thus, thus, thus she cry'd,
You use a harmless Maid? and so -she Dy'd.
I Wak'd, and straight I knew,
I Lov'd so well, it made my Dream prove true ;
Fancy the kinder Mistress of the two,
Fancy had done what Phillis would not do ; •
Ah, cruel Nymph, cease your disdain,
While I can Dream you scorn in vain,
Asleep, or waking you must ease my pain.
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