IV.

So like BELPHOEBE, fo Divine

Did the beauteous Image fhine,
Wretched +TIMIAS thought him blest;

---Of the heavenly Dame poffeft.

V.

Sweet it look'd, and fo it fmil'd

As when first th' indulgent Maid

My unwary Heart beguil'd,

And to fatal Love betray'd.

VI.

SLEEP! why fhou'd'ft Thou thus deceive

One too eafy to believe?

Why with His vain Hopes confpire

To flatter Thus his fond Defire?

VII.

Rather let him fee Difdain

In her angry Looks appear;

In her Eyes the Tokens clear

Of fad Refolves t'encrease his Pain.

See SPENSER's Fairy Queen, Book III. Canto V; and Book IV.

Canto VII and VIII.

1

VIII.

Let fome hated Ghoft, whofe Pride
Thousand hapless Souls have figh'd;
That knows to frown; put on the Face,
And BELPHOEBE's borrow'd Grace.

IX.

Bid the haughty Shadow come,

(In her Voice and in her Mien An Unusual Fierceness feen) Sternly to pronounce his Doom.

X.

Then, perhaps, from hopeless Love
Thou his wretched Mind may'ft move;

Or thy Brother DEATH release,

Whom in vain You ftrive to ease.

XI.

But if the Hand, that fhou'd fave,

Never will the Cure apply,
Let him then fleep in his Grave ;
Let a Wretch defpair and die!

G

XII. But

XII.

But if You with pow'rful Art

Can foften Minds, and change the Thought;
That BELPHOEBE may be brought

To figh, and love, and feel my Smart

XIII.

Then may oft fuch Dreams return,
When in Mutual Fires we burn ;

Till our Hands and Hearts fhall join,
And I fhall Ever call Her Mine!

IN

Restless I wake the tedious Night;

And wish the Day; as if the Day
Cou'd Comfort bring as well as Light.

II. Then

II.

Then walk the Fields: the cheerful Birds

With early Song falute the Morn; Each with his Mate: while I Alone

Wander, despairing and forlorn.

III.

Cease, cease your Notes, ye Birds of Joy;
And let the Mournful Nightingale,

That loves to weep, prevent the Spring,
And tell her Grief in Every Vale!
IV.

I'll weep with Her, and tell My Woes :
We Both together will complain;

Of TEREUS She; and I of HIм

That tempts---But may He tempt in vain!

V.

This while I write, the gentle Winds
Disperse the Letters on the Ground;

Ah may my Fears All vanish fo,
As what I writ is no where found.

The NAMES cut in the Bark of a Tree

in ELHAM Park in KENT.

TO THE TREE.

Air BEACH, that bear'ft our interwoven Names

FA

Here grav'd, the Token of our mingled Flames,
Preferve the Mark; and as thy Head shall rife,
Our Loves fhall heighten till they reach the Skies:
The Wounds in Us, as These in Thee shall spread,
Larger by Time, and Fairer to be read.
Stand, Sacred Tree, Here ftill Inviolate ftand,
By no rude Axe profan'd, by no unhallowed Hand.
Be Thou the Tree of Love, and Here declare,

That once a Nymph was found as True as fhe was Fair.

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