Come, charming maid, and hear thy poet sing,
Thyself the rose, and he the bird of spring;
Love bids him sing, and love will be obey’d.
Be gay: too soon the flowers of spring will fade!
Translation ofSir William Jones. From the Turkish of Mesihi.
TO SPRING.
Alas, delicious Spring! God sends thee down
To breathe upon his cold and perish’d works
Beauteous revival; earth should welcome thee—
Thee and the west wind, thy smooth paramour,