NOern Clime
Advancing, so Pearle,
, so customd, for his sleep
as Aerie ligion bred,
And temperat vapors bland, wh only sound [ 5 ]
Of leaves and fuming rills, Auroras fan,
Ligin Song
Of Birds on every boughe more
o find unwaknd Eve
itresses discomposd, and glowing Cheek, [ 10 ]
As t rest: he on his side
Leaning h looks of cordial Love
hung over her enamourd, and beheld
Beautie, wher waking or asleep,
S forth voice [ 15 ]
Milde, as whes,
touchus. Awake
My fairest, my espousd, my latest found,
best gift, my ever ne,
Ahe fresh field [ 20 ]
Calls us, o mark how spring
Our tended Plants, ron Grove,
drops t the balmie Reed,
ure paints he Bee
Sits on tracting liquid s. [ 25 ]
Suc artld eye
On Adam, whus she spake.
O Sole in ws find all repose,
My Glorie, my Perfection, glad I see
turnd, for I t, [ 30 ]
Suc till this I never passd, have dreamd,
If dreamd, not as I oft am , of thee,
orks of day passt, or morro designe,
But of offense and trouble, which my mind
Kneill t; met [ 35 ]
Close at mine ear one calld me forto walk
itle voice, I t it t said,
t time,
t, save where silence yields
to t- now awake [ 40 ]
tunes sest his love-labord song; now reignes
Full Orbd t
Ss off things; in vain,
If none regard; h all his eyes,
o be tures desire, [ 45 ]
In
Attracted by ty still to gaze.