Waft me some soft and cooling breeze

Waft me some soft and cooling breeze To Windsor's shady kind retreat, Where sylvan scenes, wide spreading trees Repel the raging dog-star's heat.

Where tufted grass, and mossy beds Afford a rural calm repose; Where woodbines hang their dewy heads, And fragrant sweets around disclose.

Old oozy Thames that flows fast by Along the smiling valley plays His glassy surface cheers the eye, And thro' the flow'ry meadows strays.

His fertile banks with herbage green His vales with smiling plenty swell; Where'er his purer stream is seen The Gods of health and pleasure dwell.

Let me thy clear, thy yielding wave With naked arm once more divide; In thee my glowing bosom lave, And stem thy gentle rolling tide.

Lay me with damask roses crown'd Beneath some ofier's dusky shade, Where water lilies paint the ground And bubbling springs refresh the glade.

Let chaste CLARINDA too be there With azure mantle lightly drest; Ye nymphs bind up her silken hair; Ye Zephyrs fan her panting breast.

O haste away, fair maid, and bring The Muse, the kindly friend to love, To thee alone the Muse shall sing And warble thro' the vocal grove.