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The Fly As on a summer's fervid day The youthful Delia slumb'ring lay, A thousand Cupids fluttered round The guardians of the hallow'd ground. Some clustered in her auburn hair To keep the ringlets wreathed there; While others form'd a canopy With wing in wing enlocked on high, To ward each stragling solar ray That thro the foliage found a way. Another party took her breath Replete with sweetness and with health, To aid the elegant perfume Of every charming flow'r in bloom. But luckless girl! her snow-white breast Which the inverted shawl confest, A fly of taste had fondly chose Whereon to riot or repose: Him, a young sentinel espy'd, And as his bow he bent he cry'd, "Go sacrilegious caitif go To writhe with plund'ring Gnats below." The winged shaft as lightning flew And pierced the hapless insect thro, But stop'd not there - Roused by the smart Poor Delia found it in her heart.