LONG was the Day e’re Alexis my Lover,
To finish my Hopes would his Passion reveal;
He could not speak, nor I could not discover,
What my poor aking Heart was so loath to conceal:
Till the Strength of his Passion his Fear had remov’d,
Then we mutually talk’d, and we mutually lov’d.
Groves for Umbrella’s did kindly o’er-shade us,
From Phœbus hot rages, who like envy in strove;
Had not kind Fate this Provision made us,
All the Nymphs of the Air would have envy’d our Love:
But we stand below Envy that ill-natur’d Fate,
And above cruel Scorn is happy Estate.
A SONG.
Set to Musick by Mr. John Eccles.
[[Listen]]
