A LOVE SONG.
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V.
Gloomy Pluto, king of terrours,
Arm'd in adamantine chains,
Lead me to the crystal mirrors,
Watering soft Elysian plains.
VI.
Mournful cypress, verdant willow,
Gilding my Aurelia's brows,
Morpheus, hovering o'er my pillow,
Hear me pay my dying vows.
VII.
Melancholy smooth Mæander,
Swiftly purling in a round,
On thy margin lovers wander,
With thy flowery chaplets crown'd.
VIII.
Thus when Philomela drooping
Softly seeks her silent mate,
See the bird of Juno stooping;
Melody resigns to fate.
ON
