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In courts and glitt'ring tow'rs she wish'd to dwell,
And scorn'd her lab'ring parents lowly cell:
And now, as gazing o'er the glassy stream,
She saw her blooming cheek's reflected beam,
Her tresses brighter than the morning sky,
And the mild radiance of her sparkling eye,
Low sighs and trickling tears by turns she stole,
And thus discharg'd the anguish of her foul:
"Why glow those cheeks, if unadmir'd they glow?
*' Why flow those trefles, if unprais'd they flow?
"Why dart those eyes their liquid ray serene,
"Unselt their influence, and their light unseen?
** Ye heav'ns! was that love-breathing bosom made
"To warm dull groves, and cheer the lonely glade?
"Ah, no: those blushes, that enchanting face'
"Some tap'stried hall or gilded bow'r might grace,
*' Might deck the scenes, where love and pleasure reign,
"And fire with am'rous flames the youthful train."
While thus she spoke, a sudden blaze of light
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The queen herself, too fair for mortal fight
Now in a garden deck'd with verdant bow'rs
"Awake, sweet maid, and view this charming scene "For ever beauteous, and for ever green; ** Here living rills of purest nectar flow ** O'er meads that with unfading flow'rets glow; "Here am'rous gales their scented wings display, "Mov'd by the breath of ever-blooming May; "Here in the lap of pleasure shalt thou rest, "Our lov'd companion, and our honour'd guest,"
The damsel hears the heav'nly notes distil, Like melting snow, or like a vernal rill; She lifts her head, and, on her arm reclin'd, Drinks the sweet accents in her gratesul mind: On all around she turns her roving eyes, And views the splendid scene with glad surprize; Fresh lawns, and sunny banks, and roseate bow^s, Hills white with flocks, and meadows gem'd with flow'rs} Cool shades, a sure defence from summer's ray, And silver brooks where wanton damsels play,
That with soft notes their dimpled crystal roll'd
While Maia thus entranc'd in sweet delight