All, all remain unalter'd. 'Tis but thine
To suffer change, weak, wicked Caroline!'
The setting sun now purples hill and lake,
And lengthen'd shadows shadows overtake.
A parting carol larks and throstles sing,
The swains aside their heated sickles fling.
Now dairies all arrang'd, the nymphs renew
The straggling tress, and tighten'd aprons blue;
And fix some hasty floweret, as they run
In a blithe tumult to the pipe begun.