CELIA and I, to share the vernal Gales,
One Ev'ning wander'd o'er the dewy Vales;
Still was the Soul, and ev'ry Sense was pleas'd,
And the cool Heart from Care and Business eas'd:
Arm lock'd in Arm with heedless Steps we rove,
Round the fair Borders of a blooming Grove;
Reclin'd at ease within the secret Shades,
A lovely Bower held two fairer Maids,
Soft  one, with Cheeks of rosy Dye,
And  famous for her star-like Eye.
whose Wit was vers'd in charming Wiles,
Who often varied her Discourse with Smiles:
Love-tales she told, some fictious and some true,
The Subject various and her Stories new;
Of Innocence oppress'd by mightier Wrong,
And many Proofs she drew from sacred Song:
When  thus — behold the ling'ring Day
Still paints you Heavens with a silver Gray;
And slothful Night with gentler Pace comes on,
As if she listen'd to thy charming Tongue:
The  let my  tell,
How cross they lov'd, and who untimely fell:
Her Friend reply'd, You shall not ask in vain,
Although the Story gives thy  Pain:
Then on her Cheek her iv'ry Hand she laid,
And with a Sigh began the lovely Maid.