"Come, come, my prince! my charmer! haste away;
" Come, come, I cried, thy Zara blames thy stay.
"For thee, the shrubs their richest sweets retain;
" For thee, new colours wait to paint the plain;
"For thee, cool breezes linger in the grove,
" The birds expect thee in the green alcove;
"Till thy return, the rills sorget to fall,
" Till thy return, the sun, the soul of all! —
"He comes, my maids, in his meridian charms,
" He comes refulgent to his Zara's arms:
"With jocund songs proclaim my love's return;
" With jocund hearts his nuptial bed adorn.
"Bright as the sun, yet gentle as the dove,
" He comes, uniting majesty and love.  "—
Too soon, alas! the blest delusion flies;
Care swells my breast, and sorrow fills my eyes.
Ah! why do thy fond words suggest a fear —
Too vast, too numerous, those already here!
Ah! why with doubts torment my bleeding breast,
Of seas which storms controul, and foes insest!
My heart, in all this tedious absence, knows
No thoughts but those of seas, and storms, and foes.