Classic Poem

A SONG ,

Set by Dr. Tudway, Professor of Music in Cambridge

When from the plains Belinda fled,
The sad Amintor sigh'd,
And thus, while streams of tears he shed,
The mournful shepherd cry'd;

" Move slow, ye Hours! thou, Time! delay;
" Prolong the bright Belinda's stay:
" But you, like her, my pray'r deny,
" And cruelly away ye fly.

" Yet, tho' she flies, she leaves behind
" Her lovely image in my mind:
" O fair Belinda! with me stay,
" Or take thy image too away.

" See how the fields are gay around,
" How painted flow'rs adorn the ground!
" As if the fields, as well as I,
" Were proud to please my fair one's eye.

" But now, ye fields! no more be gay;
" No more, ye flowers! your charms display;
" 'Tis desert all now you are fled,
" And Paradise is where you tread. "

Unmov'd the virgin flies his cares
To shine at court and play;
To lonely shades the youth repairs,
To weep his life away.