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"You trees, fays he, and thou furrounding grove, "Who oft have been the kindly fcenes of love, "Tell me, if e'er within your fhades did lie "A youth fo tortur'd, fo perplex'd as I? "I, who before me fee the charming fair, "Whilft there he flands, and yet he ftands not there: "In fuch a maze of love my thoughts are loft: "And yet no bulwark'd town, nor distant coast, "Preferves the beauteous youth from being feen, "No mountaius rise, nor oceans flow between. "A fhallow water hinders my embrace; "And yet the lovely mimic wears a face
"That kindly fmiles, and when I bend to join
My lips to his, he fondly bends to mine. "Hear, gentle youth, and pity my complaint, "Come from thy well, thou fair inhabitant. "My charms an eafy conqueft have obtained "O'er other hearts, by thee alone disḍain'd. "But why should I despair? I'm sure he burns "With equal flames, and languishes by turns. "Whene'er I ftoop, he offers at a kiss, "And when my arms I ftretch, he stretches his. "His eyes with pleasure on my face he keeps, "He fmiles any fmiles, and when I weep he weeps. "Whene'er I speak, his moving lips appear
"To utter fomething which I cannot hear.
"Ah wretched me! I now begin too late "To find out all the long-perplex'd deceit; "It is myfelf I love, myfelf I fee;
"The gay delufion is a part of me.
"I kindle up the fires by which I burn,
"And my own beauties from the well return. "Whom should I court? how utter my complaint? "Enjoyment but produces my refraint,
"And too much plenty makes me die for want.
How gladly would I from myself remove!
"And at a distance fet the thing I love.
My breaft is warm'd with such unusual fire,
I wish him abfent whom I moft defire.
"And now I faint with grief; my fate draws nigh;'
This faid, the weeping youth again return'd
And now the lovely face but half appears,
O'er-run with wrinkles, and deform'd with tears.
"Ah whither, cries Narciffus, doft thou fly?
In fuch a blush as purple clufters fhow,
the fun's autumnal heats refine
Whom, fpite of all her wrongs, the griev'd to fee. She answer'd fadly to the lover's moan, Sigh'd back his fighs, and groan'd to ev'ry groan: "Ah youth! belov'd in vain," Narciffus cries; "Ah youth! belov'd in vain," the nymph replies. "Farewel," fays he; the parting found fcarce fell From his faint lips, but the reply'd, "Farewel." Then on the unwholfom earth he gasping lies, 'Till death fhuts up thofe felf-admiring eyes.
To the cold fhades his flitting ghost retires,
For him the Naiads and the Dryads mourn,
And now the filer nymphs prepare his urn:
The Story of CEYX and ALCYONE, from OVID.
Tranflated by Mr. DRYDEN.
HESE prodigies affect the pious prince;
But more perpiex'd with thofe that happen'd
He purposes to feek the Clarian God,
Or vanish'd into fighs: with long delay
Her voice return'd and found the wonted way.
Whither, ah, whither, is thy kindness gone!
And unconcern'd forfake the fweets of life?