Thus the despairing Nymph complain'd alone,
'Till faint with Grief, and tir'd with piteous Moan,
When kinder Sleep again with calm Surprize
Sooth'd all her Pain, and clos'd her willing Eyes,
And now returning Waves by slow degrees
Move on the Beach, and stretch the widen'd Seas.
approaches with the rising Tide,
And in his Arms enfolds his sleeping Bride.
a wake, with Wonder view'd around;
The Sea was near, and the lost Lover found.
Ah! do I now, or did I dream before,
Cries the fond Nymph, when on the barren Shore
Left by the Sea, and you so long I mourn'd;
How were you gone, or whence are you return'd?
Vain Dreams (reply'd the wily Youth) deceive
Your wand'ring Thoughts, and false Impressions leave.
He said, and kist the Nymph; she kist again:
He prest her close, and she forgot her Pain.