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O come, Georgiana! the rose is full blown, / The riches of Flora are lavishly strown, / The air is all softness, and crystal the streams; / The West is resplendently clothed in beams.
O come! let us haste to the freshening shades, / The quaintly carv'd seats, and the opening glades; / Where the faeries are chanting their evening hymns, / And the last sun-beam the sylph lightly swims.
And when thou art weary, I'll find thee a bed / Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head:
And there Georgiana I'll sit at thy feet, / While my story of love I enraptur'd repeat.
So fondly I'll breathe, and so softly I'll sigh, / Thou wilt think that some amorous zephyr is nigh; / Yet no -- as I breathe I will press thy fair knee, / And then thou wilt know that the sigh comes from me.
Ah! why, dearest girl, should we lose all these blisses?
That mortal's a fool who such happiness misses:
So smile acquiescence, and give me thy hand, / With love-looking eyes, and with voice sweetly bland.