Classic Poem

Quite weary'd with the business of the Day,
To unfrequented Shades I took my way,
And by a murmuring Stream supinely lay.
Soft thoughts confusedly revell'd in my Breast,
Till by composing Slumbers I was bless'd.
Husht was my Sences as the unhaunted Grove,
And all the Vision of my Soul was Love;
Methoughts I saw a soft Celestial Youth,
Whose Eyes speak Love, and smiles Eternal Truth:
Gay as the Spring in all its vernal Pride,
With Amorous Joy sit panting by my side.
I gaz'd with Wonder at a Form so bright,
And thought some Sylvane God has bless'd my sight;
With equal Scruple, Zeal and Passion mov'd,
If he should be ador'd or be belov'd.
His Eyes and Smiles darted refin'd delight,
As if Heavens glowing Glories touch'd the sight;
A thousand Charms his flowing Locks bestow,
For every Curl's inevitably so:
His welcome Head on my kind Bosom laid,
On a soft Flute delightful Airs he play'd.
Mean while such dear undoing looks he cast,
And every Note with artful Motions grac'd:
No Youth e'er seem'd so softning and Divine,
Sure he was made for Love, at least for mine.
Then was his Pipe out-rival'd by his Voice,
As when he Play'd all other Musick was:
A Mein so Gay and Shape that rivals Joves ,
His Hand more soft than down of Venus Doves.
Her young Adonis had not half his Charms,
When he most pleasing fill'd her pressing Arms;
So kind he look'd, such tender things he said,
With eager Joy I grasp'd the lovely Shade.
The fleeting Charmer soon dissolv'd in Air,
I search'd around but could not find him there,
(Then to the Grove sigh'd Love and loud despair.)
It was Alexis form I did pursue,
My conscious Soul took the sad Omen too;
Cry'd out the lovely Youth forsakes my Breast,
And will be never but in Dreams possest.