English poem
THE American Mock-Bird, OR SONGSTER's DELIGHT, SONG CCIV
by Anonymous
Now the Snow-drops lift their Heads, Cowslips rise from dewy Beds; Silver Lillies paint the Grove, Welcome May, and welcome Love.
Now the Bee, with pliant Wings, Flow'ry Spoils, unweary'd brings; Spoils, that Nymphs, and Swains approve, Soft as May, and sweet as Love.
Whilst a down the slopy Hills, Trickle of the purling Rills; Balmy Sweets perfume the Grove, May unbends the Soul to Love.
Long the Icy Maid denies, Nor regards her Shepherd's Sighs; Now your fond Petitions move. May's the Season form'd for Love.
On the Fair that decks our Isle, May each Grace, each Virtue smile; And our happy Shepherds prove, Days of Ease, and Nights of Love.
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