Why that sadness on thy brow?
Why that starting crystal tear?
Dearest Polly, let me know,
For thy grief I cannot bear.
Polly with a sigh reply'd,
What need I the cause impart?
Did you not this moment chide?
And you know it breaks my heart.

Colin, melting as she spoke,
Caught the fair one in his arms:
O my dear! that tender look,
Every passion quite disarms:
By this dear relenting kiss,
I'd no anger in my thought:
Come, my love, by this, and this,
Let our quarrel be forgot.

As when sudden stormy rain,
Every drooping slowret spoils;
When the sun shines out again,
All the face of nature smiles:
Polly, so reviv'd and cheer'd
By her Colin's kind embrace,
Her declining head uprear'd,
Sweetly smiling in his face.