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HE ENVIES EVERY SPOT THAT SHE FREQUENTS.
Gay, joyous blooms, and herbage glad with showers, / O'er which my pensive fair is wont to stray! / Thou plain, that listest her melodious lay, / As her fair feet imprint thy waste of flowers! / Ye shrubs so trim; ye green, unfolding bowers; / Ye violets clad in amorous, pale array; / Thou shadowy grove, gilded by beauty's ray, / Whose top made proud majestically towers! / O pleasant country! O translucent stream, / Bathing her lovely face, her eyes so clear, / And catching of their living light the beam! / I envy ye her actions chaste and dear: / No rock shall stud thy waters, but shall learn / Henceforth with passion strong as mine to burn.