Adieu, ye streams that smoothly flow

Adieu, ye streams that smoothly flow, Ye vernal airs, that softly blow; Ye plains, by blooming spring array'd: Ye birds, that warble through the shade!

Unhurt from you my soul could fly, Nor drop one tear, nor heave one sigh; But forc'd from Delia's charms to part, All joy deserts my drooping heart.

O! fairer than the dewy morn, When flow'rs the verdant fields adorn; Unsullied as the genial ray, That warms the balmy breeze of May.

Thy charms divinely bright appear, And add new splendour to the year: Improve the day with fresh delight, And gild with joy the dreary night.