Return, enraptur'd Love

Return, enraptur'd hours, When Delia's heart was mine; When she with wreaths of flow'rs My temples did entwine! My jealousy nor care Corroded in my breast, And visions light as air Presided o'er my rest.

Since I'm remov'd from state, And bid adieu to time, At my unhappy fate Let Delia not repine; But may the mighty Jove Her crown with happiness! This grant ye pow'rs above! And take my soul to bliss!

Now, nightly round my bed, No airy visions play; Nor flow'rets deck my head, Each vernal holiday: But far from these sad plains The lovely Delia flies, While rack'd with jealous pains Her wretched Andre dies.