Wilt thou, indulgent, hear my verse relate
The various changes of a lover's state;
And while each turn of paflion I pursue,
Ask thy own heart if what I tell he true ?
To the green margin of a lonely wood,
Whose pendent fhades o'erlook'd a filver flood,
Young Damon came, unknowing were he stray'd,
Full of the image of his beauteous maid :
His fock far off, unfed, untended lay,
To every savage a defenceless prey;
No sense of int'reft could their master move,
And every care seem'd trifling now but Love.
Awhile in pensive silence he remain'd,
Bat though his voice was mute, his looks complain'd;
At length the thoughts within his bosom pent,
Forc'd his unwilling tongue to give them vent.
Ye Nymphs, he cry'd, ye Dryads, who so long
Have favour'd Damon, and inspir'd his song;
For whom, retir’d, I fhun the gay resorts
Of sportful citics, and of pompous courts;
In vain I bid the restless world adieu,
To seek tranquillity and peace with you.
Though wild Ambition and destructive Rage
No Factions here can forn, no wars can wage;
Though Invy frowns not on your humble fhades,
Nor Columny your innocence invades,
Yet cruel Love, that troubler of the breas,
Too often violates your boattcu rit;