on a bank of flowers
on a bank of flowers, in a summer day,
for summer lightly drest,
the youthful, blooming nelly lay,
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.