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PAST is the hour, forever flown, |
That purest bliss forever gone, While mutual vows we made. |
The time was eve, how clear the sky! Harmonious every spray; Nor one intruding mortal nigh, To hear what love could lay. |
Timid I did to her unfold The secret of my breast; But n'er so clumsily was told The sense I'd have express'd. |
Yet Philis heard me not displeas'd,-- She smil'd, and blush'd, and smiled; |
Dawn'd now my day! my heart was eas'd, Each minute bliss beguiled. |
Eternal constancy I swore, |
And Philis vow'd to me; |
Now Philis, Stephen loves no more, No more will Stephen see. |
Another swain to Philis vows, |
To him she curties low: |
"Ah! Philis, he may break his vows, "And prove as false as you. |
"Tho' he than Stephen richer be; "Tho' first he shine of beaux; |
"Yet boast he not such constancy, Nor loves as Stephen does." |
Still she permits the butterfly To wing around the fair, |
And leaves her constant swain to die, A prey to fell dispair. |
Thus Stephen sung beneath the shade, Thus taught the grove to sigh, |
While tell-tale winds, that round him play'd, Convey'd the song to me. R--. |
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