Go plaintive sounds! and to the fair

Go plaintive sounds! and to the fair My secret wounds impart, Tell all I hope, tell all I fear, Each motion in my heart.

But she, methinks, is list'ning now To some enchanting strain; The smile that triumphs o'er her brow Seems not to heed my pain.

Yes, plaintive sounds! yet, yet delay, Howe'er my love repine; Let that gay minute pass away, The next perhaps is thine.

Yes, plaintive sounds! no longer crost, Your grief shall soon be o'er; Her cheek, undimpled now, has lost The smile it lately wore.

Yes, plaintive sounds! she now is yours, 'Tis now your time to move; Essay to soften all her powers, And be that softness, love.

Cease, plaintive sounds! your task is done; That anxious tender air Proves o'er her heart the conquest won; I see you melting there.

Return, ye smiles, return again, Return each sorightly grace; I yield up to your charming reign All that enchanting face.

I take no outward shew amiss, Rove where you will, her eyes; Still let her smiles each shepherd bless, So she but hear my sighs.