The ardent kisses of the Sun,

Off’ring a tribute to her Cheek,

Droops, to perceive its Tint outdone;

Then withering with envy and despair,

Dies on her Lips, and leaves its Fragrance there.

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Ringlets, that to her Breast descend,

Increase the beauties they invade;

Thus branches in luxuriance bend,

To grace the lovely Hills they shade;