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Or stagnant river, drive their thirsty flocks;
Nor did the wild-goat brooze the steepy rocks:
And Philomel her custom'd oak forsook;
And roses wan were wav'd by zephyrs weak,
As Nature's self was sick;
And ev'ry lilly droop'd its velvet head;
And groan'd each faded lawn, and leafless grove:
Sad sympathy! yet sure his rightful meed,
Who charm'd all nature: well might Nature mourn
Thro' all her sweets; and flow'r, and lawn, and shade,
All vocal grown, all weep Musæus dead.
Nor did the wild-goat brooze the steepy rocks:
And Philomel her custom'd oak forsook;
And roses wan were wav'd by zephyrs weak,
As Nature's self was sick;
And ev'ry lilly droop'd its velvet head;
And groan'd each faded lawn, and leafless grove:
Sad sympathy! yet sure his rightful meed,
Who charm'd all nature: well might Nature mourn
Thro' all her sweets; and flow'r, and lawn, and shade,
All vocal grown, all weep Musæus dead.
Here end we, Goddess! this your shepherd sang,
All as his hands an ivy chaplet wove.
O! make it worthy of the sacred bard,
And make it equal to the shepherd's love.
Nor thou, Musæus! from thine ear discard,
For well I ween thou hear'st my doleful song:
Whether 'mid angel troops, the stars among,
All as his hands an ivy chaplet wove.
O! make it worthy of the sacred bard,
And make it equal to the shepherd's love.
Nor thou, Musæus! from thine ear discard,
For well I ween thou hear'st my doleful song:
Whether 'mid angel troops, the stars among,
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