To a Lady; on Reading an Elegy Written by Her on the Search of Happiness
ON READING AN ELEGY WRITTEN BY HER ON THE SEARCH OF HAPPINESS
To seek the lovely nymph you sing,
I've wander'd many a weary mile,
From grove to grove, from spring to spring;
If here or there she deign'd to smile.
Nay, what I now must blush to say,
For sure it hap'd in evil hour;
I once so far mistook my way,
To seek her in the haunts of power.
How should success my search betide,
When still so far I wander'd wrong?
For Happiness, on Arrowe's side,
Was listening to Maria's song.
Delighted thus with you to stay,
What hope have I the nymph to see;
Unless you cease your magic lay,
Or bring her in your arms to me?
To seek the lovely nymph you sing,
I've wander'd many a weary mile,
From grove to grove, from spring to spring;
If here or there she deign'd to smile.
Nay, what I now must blush to say,
For sure it hap'd in evil hour;
I once so far mistook my way,
To seek her in the haunts of power.
How should success my search betide,
When still so far I wander'd wrong?
For Happiness, on Arrowe's side,
Was listening to Maria's song.
Delighted thus with you to stay,
What hope have I the nymph to see;
Unless you cease your magic lay,
Or bring her in your arms to me?
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