English poem
Colin and Laura
by Anonymous
Why Collin, must your Laura mourn, Or longer wait your wish'd return? O quickly come, and bring with thee Glad joy to all, but love to me.
No more the tenants of the grove In concert tune their tales of love; And nature ceases to be gay When e'er my shepherd keeps away.
No longer fly the peaceful shade, But haste to meet your constant maid; O quickly come, and bring with thee Glad joy to all, but love to me.