Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away! Curs'd be the fields that cause my Delia's stay! Fade ev'ry blossom, wither ev'ry tree, Let Spring attend, and sudden flowers arise! Let op'ning roses knotted oaks adorn, The birds shall cease to tune their ev'ning song, 40 The winds to breathe, the waving woods to move, And streams to murmur, ere I cease to love. Not bubbling fountains to the thirsty swain, Not balmy sleep to lab'rers faint with pain, Not showers to larks, nor sunshine to the bee, Are half so charming as thy sight to me. Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away! Come, Delia, come; ah, why this long delay? Thro' rocks and caves the name of Delia sounds, Delia, each cave and echoing rock rebounds. 50 Pan came, and ask'd, 'What magic caus'd my smart, Or what ill eyes malignant glances dart?' What eyes but hers, alas, have power to move! And is there magic but what dwells in love? Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful strains! I'll fly from shepherds, flocks, and flow'ry plains; From shepherds, flocks, and plains, I may remove, Forsake mankind, and all the world — but Love! I know thee, Love! on foreign mountains bred, Wolves gave thee suck, and savage tigers fed. 90 |