PASTORALS.
23
To closer shades the panting flocks remove,
Ye Gods! and is there no relief for love?
But soon the Sun with milder rays descends
To the cool ocean, where his journey ends;
On me love's fiercer flames for ever prey,
By night he scorches, as he burns by day.
Ye Gods! and is there no relief for love?
But soon the Sun with milder rays descends
To the cool ocean, where his journey ends;
On me love's fiercer flames for ever prey,
By night he scorches, as he burns by day.
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AUTUMN.
