Thou, only thou, canst please thy Lover's Eyes,
Thy Voice alone can sooth his troubled Mind.
Oh that thy Charms were only fair to me, 5 Displease all Others, and secure my Rest,
No need of Envy,--let me happy be,
I little care that Others know me blest.
With thee in gloomy Deserts let me dwell,
Where never human Footstep mark'd the Ground; 10 Thou, Light of Life, all Darkness canst expel,
And seem a World with Solitude around.
I say too much--my heedless Words restore,
My Tongue undoes me in this loving Hour,
Thou know'st thy Strength, and thence insulting more, 15 Will make me feel the Weight of all thy Power:
Whate'er I feel, thy Slave I will remain,
Nor fly the Burthen I am form'd to bear,
In Chains I'll sit me down at VENUS' Fane,
She knows my Wrongs, and will regard my Pray'r. 20
____________________Ode on the Spring1
LO! WHERE the rosy-bosom'd Hours,
Fair VENUS' train appear,
Disclose the long-expecting flowers,
And wake the purple year!
The Attic warbler pours her throat, 5 Responsive to the cuckow's note,
The untaught harmony of spring:
While whisp'ring pleasure as they fly,
Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky
Their gather'd fragrance fling. 10
Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch
A broader browner shade;