On a Lady's drinking the Bath-Waters

The gushing streams impetuous flow In haste to DELIA's lips to go, With equal haste and equal heat, Who would not rush those lips to meet. Bless'd envy'd streams, still greater bliss Attends your warm and liquid kiss. For from her lips your welcome tide, Shall down her heaving bosom glide; There fill each swelling globe of love, And touch that heart I ne'er could move. From thence in soft meanders stray, And find at last the blissful way Which thought may paint, tho' verse mayn't say. Too happy rival, dwell not there To rack my heart, with jealous care, But quit the blest abode, tho' loth, And quickly passing, ease us both.