A Thought in a Garden

Reclin'd I lay, where thro' my garden glides The smooth canal, and laves its verdant sides, While, vex'd with secret melancholy pain, Thus to the glittering mirror I complain: " Why, envied stream, when you so clearly shine, " Smiles not my bosom as serene as thine? " O whisper, gliding to my anxious breast, " Why sighs it thus, and wishes to be blest?" Still pensive I complain'd; th' unanswering stream Still tinkled on, and lull'd me to a dream: There I beheld a beauteous nymph arise, Smiling her looks, and languishing her eyes; Startled I know my Parthenissa's air, And fly enraptur'd to the promis'd fair. So in the new-created Eden plac'd, With all th' Almighty's lavish bounty grac'd, God saw the solitary Adam grieve, And want the sweet society of Eve, A gentle slumber on his eyelids laid, And Eve's blest image in a dream convey'd.