The joyous Fields, the shady Woods,
Then haste thy Beauties to disclose,
Are cloath'd with Green, or swell with Buds; 10
Queen of Fragrance, lovely Rose!
Thou, beauteous Flow'r, a welcome Guest,
Shalt flourish on the Fair-One's Breast,
The Flow'r most sweet, the Nymph most fair;
Shalt grace her Hand, or deck her Hair, 15
Breathe soft, ye Winds! be calm, ye Skies!
Arise ye flow'ry Race, arise!
And haste thy Beauties to disclose,
But thou, fair Nymph, thy self survey
Queen of Fragrance, lovely Rose! 20
In this sweet Offspring of a Day;
That Miracle of Face must fail,
Thy Charms are sweet, but Charms are frail:
At Morn they bloom, at Evening die:
Swift as the short-liv'd Flow'r they fly, 25
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.
As thy Musick, short, or long.
Free as thine shall be my Song; 5
Poets, wild as thee, were born,
Pleasing best when unconfin'd,