Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/501

COUNTESS OP WINCHILSEA ���363 ���And all are fixt, and motionless as Death. �Therefore awhile I will command my Patience: 10 �He cannot now be long �[He turns and sees Herm. and gazes earnestly on her. Ha! Who lies there? A lovely Shepherdess ; but faint she seems. Say, beauteous Maid, if so much Strength is left, How best a Stranger, may assist, or serve you! �[He kneels down by her. �She do's not speak ; but looks into my Heart, And melts it to the softness of her Eyes. Hard by, a Spring clear as the Tears she drops, Runs bubbling under a delicious Shade: Water, thence fetch'd in a Pomegranate's rind, May call her fainting Spirits to their office. 20 �[He goes out. �Herm. He's gone, but quickly will return again; Yet he's so gentle sure I need not fear him: Tho' at his first approach my Heart beat high, 'Till Halcyon sounds, and words of Pity calm'd it ; Nay, something courtly in them was imply 'd: And if the Swains are polish' d, all like him, Their humble Sheds may scorn our ruder Greatness. �Enter again Climander with Water in a Pomgranate-Shell. �dim. Pan! if thou e'er did'st hear a Shepherd's Prayer, Endue this Water, sacred to thy Name, With all the Vertues, needful to restore her. 30 �[She drinks. �Herm. Your Pray'r is heard; kind Shepherd take my �Thanks, And He, whom you invok'd, reward you largely! �dim. Oh! You may far outdo all He can grant, In but declaring where you feed your Flocks, And to what Shade, when Phcebus hottest shines, ��� �