OLD LOVE SONG.
When the bright God of day
Drove to westward his way,
And the ev'ning was charming and clear,
When the swallows amain,
Nimbly skimm'd o'er the plain,
And the shadows like giants appear.
In a jessamin bower,
When the bean was in flower,
And the zephyrs breath'd odours around,
Lovely Coelia she sat,
With her song, and spinnet,
To charm all the grove with the sound.
Rosy bowers she sung,
While the harmony rung,
And the birds did all flutt'ring arrive,
The industrious bees
From the flowers and trees,
Gently humm'd with their sweets to the hive.
Now the gay god of love,
As he flew o'er the grove,
By zephyrs conducted along,
While she play'd on the strings,
He beat time with his wings,
And an echo repeated the song.
Oh ye mortals beware
How ye venture too near,
Love doubly is armed to wound;
From her eyes if you run,
You are surely undone
If she reach but your ears with the sound.