English poem
THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 111
by Anonymous
When late I wander'd o'er the plain, From nymph to nymph, I strove in vain, My wild desires to rally; But now they're of themselves come home, And, strange! no longer seek to roam, They center all in Sally.
Yet sne, unkind one, damps my joy, And cries, I court but to destroy: Can love with ruin tally? By those dear lips, those eyes, I swear, I would all deaths, all torments bear, Rather than injure Sally.
Can the weak taper's seeble rays, Or lamps, transmit the fun's bright blaze; Oh! no—then say how shall I In words, be able to express My love?—it burns to such excess I almost die for Sally.
Come then, oh! come, thou sweeter far Than jessamine and roses are, Or lillies of the valley; O follow love, and quit your fear, He'll guide you to these arms, my dear, And make me blest in Sally.