| Citation |
NYC.769.112
26 Oct-2 Nov 1769:2161 (1/27)
AN ANACREONTIC, ON THE COLDNESS OF THE SEASON.
Tell me Flora, blooming fair,
On Maia's brow, why sits despair?
Maia, who with dimpled smile,--
Ever chear'd her fav'rite isle;
And with Zephyr hand in hand
With the nymphs, a lovely band
us'd to dance, and sing and play
Whilst the fields look'd trim and gay.
Would you know, why May no more
Is blythe and smiling as before,
Boreas now in sullen mood
Makes the season harsh and crude;
Kills the blossoms, nips the flow'rs,
With which I us'd to deck my bow'r;
Gentle Zephyr too deceives
The lovely May--for this she grieves.
|