The Nest

As in the glowing noon of day, Stretch'd careless on the ground, Beneath the breezy pines I lay, Lull'd by their murm'ring sound.

A little nest aloft I spied, Of feathers white as snow, With strong, tho' slender, cordage tied Fast to the topmost bough.

With eager joy. I seiz'd the prize, And found a beauteous pair— Love, yet unfiedg'd, with friendship lies, Together nestling there.

Delia, my captive, love detains In Hymen's silken clue; Friendship, Myrtilla, yet remains An off'ring fit for you.