With her simple stanza'd ode.[59]
THE BREEZE'S INVITATION
July 20.
Come let's roam the breezy pastures,
Where the freest zephyrs blow,
Batten on the oak tree's rustle,
And the pleasant insect bustle,
Dripping with the streamlet's flow.
What if I no wings do wear,
Thro' this solid-seeming air