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1 Go zephir, & whisper the Maid That I sigh at her cruel delay; Go tell her the song of the shade Is silent, while she is away. 2 'Twas her beauty gave life to the vale And fill'd every swain with delight 'Twas her voice that enliven'd the gale 'Twas her charms that gave luster to Night. 3 But since she is fled from our Eyes The Pleasures are gone with the fair The Streamlet moves on with a sigh And each Grot seems the haunt of despair. 4 Oh bring her once more to the plain Thou wilt find her where innocence roves The graces are all in her train And her Cot, [[underline]] is the seat of the loves. -- [[/underline]]
