The joyous Fields, the shady Woods,
Are cloath'd with Green, or swell with Buds; 10 Then haste thy Beauties to disclose,
Queen of Fragrance, lovely Rose!
Thou, beauteous Flow'r, a welcome Guest,
Shalt flourish on the Fair-One's Breast,
Shalt grace her Hand, or deck her Hair, 15 The Flow'r most sweet, the Nymph most fair;
Breathe soft, ye Winds! be calm, ye Skies!
Arise ye flow'ry Race, arise!
And haste thy Beauties to disclose,
Queen of Fragrance, lovely Rose! 20 But thou, fair Nymph, thy self survey
In this sweet Offspring of a Day;
That Miracle of Face must fail,
Thy Charms are sweet, but Charms are frail:
Swift as the short-liv'd Flow'r they fly, 25 At Morn they bloom, at Evening die:
Tho' Sickness yet a while forbears,
Yet Time destroys, what Sickness spares;
Now Helen lives alone in Fame,
And Cleopatra's but a Name; 30 Time must indent that heav'nly Brow,
And thou must be, what Helen's now.
This Moral'to the Fair disclose,
Queen of Fragrance, lovely Rose.
____________________To the Nightingale1
EXERT thy Voice, sweet Harbinger of Spring!
This Moment is thy Time to Sing,
This Moment I attend to Praise,
And set my Numbers to thy Layes.
Free as thine shall be my Song; 5 As thy Musick, short, or long.
Poets, wild as thee, were born,
Pleasing best when unconfin'd,