POEMS.
47
DELIA TO EDMUND.
WRITTEN AT A LADY'S DESIRE, IN ANWSER TO THE FOLLOWING STANZAS BY P. PINDAR.
[Ah! why to others art thou fair?
Why from thy bosom's snowy white,
Thy smiles, thy cheeks, thy glossy hair,
Must other Shepherds steal delight?
Why from thy bosom's snowy white,
Thy smiles, thy cheeks, thy glossy hair,
Must other Shepherds steal delight?
From morn to eve let me admire,
Untired thy converse sweet approve;
Thy charms which other Shepherds fire,
Oh! Delia, wrong my constant love.
Untired thy converse sweet approve;
Thy charms which other Shepherds fire,
Oh! Delia, wrong my constant love.
I feel the beauties that are thine,
Yet let my heart alone adore:
An avarice of love is mine,
That doats, like Misers, on their Store.
Yet let my heart alone adore:
An avarice of love is mine,
That doats, like Misers, on their Store.
