Odes, Ode IV

O, far remov'd from my Retreat Be Av'rice and Ambition's Feet! Give me, unconscious of their Power, To taste the peaceful social Hour! Give me, beneath the branching Vine, The Woodbine sweet, or Eglantine While Evening sheds it's balmy Dews To court the chaste inspiring Muse! Or, with the Partner of my Soul, To mix the Heart-expanding Bowl! Yes, dear Sabina, when with thee I hail the Goddess Liberty; When, joyous, through the leafy Grove, Or o'er the flow'ry Mead, we rove; When thy dear tender Bosom shares Thy faithful Delia's Joys and Cares, Nor Pomp, nor Wealth, my Wishes more, Nor the more soft Deceiver, Love.