The Bath

G ENIUS of the limpid stream,
Shelter'd from the solar beam,
When my Phillis , naked there,
Not a charm from thee could spare!

Tell me, to avert surprize,
Did not all the Nymphs arise?
Could intruding Pan reveal
Charms that Phillis would conceal?

Was not Love as brisk as they,
When they kept him thus at bay?
Could they from his rosy wing
Guard the pure and vestal spring?

Love, suspected as a Rake,
Can dissemble a mistake;
Art thou sure , that Pysche's name
Did not arm his wanton flame?
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