1 "You trees, fays he, and thou furrounding grove, "Who oft have been the kindly fcenes of love, "Tell me, if e'er within your shades did lie "A youth fo tortur'd, fo perplex'd as I? "I, who before me fee the charming fair, "Whilft there he flands, and yet he ftands not there: "In fuch a maze of love my thoughts are loft: "And yet no bulwark'd town, nor diftant coaft, Preferves the beauteous youth from being feen, "No mountaius rife, nor oceans flow between. "A fhallow water hinders my embrace; "And yet the lovely mimic wears a face "That kindly fmiles, and when I bend to join "My lips to his, he fondly bends to mine. "Hear, gentle youth, and pity my complaint, "Come from thy well, thou fair inhabitant. "My charms an eafy conqueft have obtained "O'er other hearts, by thee alone difdain'd. "But why fhould I defpair? I'm fure he burns "With equal flames, and languishes by turns. "Whene'er I ftoop, he offers at a kiss, "And when my arms I ftretch, he ftretches his. "His eyes with pleasure on my face he keeps, "He fmiles ny fmiles, and when I weep he weeps. "Whene'er I fpeak, his moving lips appear "To utter fomething which I cannot hear. "Ah wretched me! I now begin too late "To find out all the long-perplex'd deceit ; "It is myfelf I love, myself I fee; "The gay delufion is a part of me. "I kindle up the fires by which I burn, "And my own beauties from the well return. "Whom fhould I court? how utter my complaint? "Enjoyment but produces my reftraint, "And too much plenty makes me die for want. } My breast is warm'd with such unusual fire, I wish him abfent whom I moft defire. "And now I faint with grief; my fate draws nigh ;' In all the pride of blooming youth I die: "Death will the forrows of my heart relieve. "Oh might the vifionary youth survive, "I fhould with joy my latest breath refign! "But oh! I fee his fate involved in mine." This faid, the weeping youth again return'd And now the lovely face but half appears, O'er-run with wrinkles, and deform'd with tears. "Ah "Ah whither, cries Narciffus, doft thou fly? In fuch a blush as purple clufters fhow, Whom, fpite of all her wrongs, fhe griev'd to fee. To the cold fhades his flitting ghost retires, For him the Naiads and the Dryads mourn, And now the fifter nymphs prepare his urn: } The Story of CEYX and ALCYONE, from OVID. Tranflated by Mr. DRYDEN. HESE prodigies affect the pious prince ; THES But more perplex'd with those that happen'd fince, He purposes to seek the Clarian God, } Or vanish'd into fighs: with long delay Her voice return'd and found the wonted way. Whither, ah, whither, is thy kindness gone! And unconcern'd forfake the sweets of life? At |