O were my love yon Lilac fair,
Wi’purple blossoms to the Spring,
And I, a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing!
How I wad mourn when it was torn
By Autumn wild, and Winter rude!
ButI wadsing on wanton wing,
When youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d.

O ginmy love were yonredrose,
That grows upon the castle wa’;
And I myself a drapo’dew,
Into her boniebreast to fa’!
O there, beyond expression blest,
I’d feast on beauty a’the night;
Seal’d on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Tillfley’d awabyPhoebus’ light!