on a bank of flowers

on a bank of flowers, in a summer day,

for summer lightly drest,

the youthful, blooming nellyy,

with love and sleep opprest;

when willie, wand'ring thro' the wood,

who for her favour oft had sued;

he gaz'd, he wish'd

he fear'd, he blush'd,

and trembled where he stood.

her closed eyes, like weapons sheath'd,

were seal'd in soft repose;

her lip, still as she fragrant breath'd,

it richer dyed the rose;

the springing lilies, sweetly prest,

wild-wanton kissed her rival breast;

he gaz'd, he wish'd,

he mear'd, he blush'd,

his bosom ill at rest.