Blythe from the mill, which briskly turning round
Made the young zephyrs breathe a rural sound,
Leap'd CHARLES, gay glowing with industrious heat,
Active to lead in every rustic feat:
Back from his brows he shook his wavy locks,
And turning quick his lively eyes,
His lovely, modest PEGGY spies,
Returning with her aged father's flocks.
Straight with his hand he gave his heart sincere,
Devoid of order danc'd, and whistled loud and clear.