Blow, blow, thou summer's breeze

Blow, blow, thou summer's breeze, O gently fan the trees That form yon fragrant bow'r; Where Anna, loveliest maid! On nature's carpet laid, Enjoys the ev'ning hour.

Hence, hence, ye objects foul, The beetle, bat, and owl, The hagworm, newt, and toad; But fairy elves, unseen, May gambol o'er the green, And circle her abode.

Shed, shed the sweetest beams, In party-colour'd streams, Thou fount of heat and light: No, no; withdraw thy ray; Her eyes diffuse a day; As kind, as warm, as bright.

Breathe, breathe thy incense, May; Ye flow'rs, your homage pay To one more fair and sweet: Ye op'ning rose-buds, shed Your fragrance round her head; Ye lilies, kiss her feet.

Flow, flow, thou crystal rill With tinkling gurgles fill The mazes of the grove: And should thy murmuring stream Invite my love to dream, O may she dream of love, Sing, sing, ye feather'd choir, And melt to fond desire Her too obdurate breast: Then, in that tender hour, I'll steal into the bow'r, And teach her to be blest.