With frequent curves thy slopes between,
As loth to quit the enticing scene;
Or turning with young fawns to play,
Wily and volatile as they;
Alluring, with her tinkling sweet,
From bank to bank their timid feet;
Lov’d Valley! now no charm invites
My steps to rove these injur’d heights;
Thy wavy knolls the fence arrests;
The rude spade wounds thy swelling breasts;