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<T ALEXIS>
� A PASTORAL�
UPON A BANK WITH COWSLIPS COVERED O'ER,
WHERE LEVEN'S WATERS BREAK AGAINST THE SHORE;
WHAT TIME THE VILLAGE SIRES IN CIRCLES TALK,
AND YOUTHS AND MAIDENS TAKE THEIR EVENING WALK;
AMONG THE YELLOW BROOM ALEXIS LAY,
AND VIEWED THE BEAUTIES OF THE SETTING DAY.
FULL WELL YOU MIGHT OBSERVE SOME INWARD SMART,
S
OME SECRET GRIEF HUNG HEAVY AT HIS HEART.
WHILE ROUND THE FIELD HIS SPORTIVE LAMBKINS PLAY'D
HE RAIS'D HIS PLAINTIVE VOICE, AND THUS HE SAID:
BEGIN , MY PIPE] A SOFTLY MOURNFUL STRAIN.
THE PARTING SUN SHINES YELLOW ON THE PLAIN;
THE BALMY WEST WIND BREATHES ALONG THE GROUND;
THEIR EVENING SWEETS THE FLOW'RS DISPENSE AROUND;
THE FLOCKS STRAY BLEATING O'ER THE MOUNTAIN'S BROW,
AND FROM THE PLAIN THE ANSW'RING CATTLE LOW;
SWEET CHANT THE FEATHER'D TRIBES ON EVERY TREE,
AND ALL THINGS FEEL THE JOYS OF LOVE, BUT ME.
BEGIN, MY PIPE] BEGIN THE MOURNFUL STRAIN.
EUMELIA MEETS MY KINDNESS WITH DISDAIN.
OFT HAVE I TRY'D HER STUBBORN HEART TO MOVE,
AND IN HER ICY BOS . . .
