Classic Poem

Sylvia! see yon wanton turtles,
Ever billing, ever gay,
Perch'd on Venus ' verdant myrtles,
Ev'ry month the month of May!
All the day,
Love and play;
O how happy, happy they!

Mark the bliss of ev'ry creature,
The delights of ev'ry grove;
All, one jubilee of nature,
All, one gen'ral feast of love!
All the day,
Love and play;
O how happy, happy they!

Mark the shepherd in yon alley,
On his mistress' lap reclin'd;
Lambkins, straying on the valley,
Never, never touch his mind!
All the day,
Love and play;
O how happy, happy they!

Glowing kisses, am'rous glances,
Noisy scuffles, seeming jars,
Frolics, roundelays, and dances,
Warm embraces, wanton wars!
All the day,
Love and play;
O how happy, happy they!

Can you, S YLVIA ! still refuse me?
Cruel, still refuse your charms?
" D AMON ! (said she), do not teaze me: "
Sinking gently in his arms.
All the day,
Love and play;
O happy, happy they!