Alexander Pope (1688–1744). Complete Poetical Works. 1903.
Later PoemsSong, by a Person of Quality
Gentle Cupid, o’er my Heart;
I a Slave in thy Dominions;
Nature must give Way to Art.
Nightly nodding o’er your Flocks,
See my weary Days consuming,
All beneath yon flow’ry Rocks.
Mourn’d Adonis, darling Youth:
Him the Boar in Silence creeping,
Gored with unrelenting Tooth.
Fair Discretion, string the Lyre;
Soothe my ever-waking Slumbers:
Bright Apollo, lend thy Choir.
Arm’d in adamantine Chains,
Lead me to the Crystal Mirrors,
Wat’ring soft Elysian Plains.
Gilding my Aurelia’s Brows,
Morpheus hov’ring o’er my Pillow,
Hear me pay my dying Vows.
Swiftly purling in a Round,
On thy Margin Lovers wander,
With thy flow’ry Chaplets crown’d.
Softly seeks her silent Mate,
See the Bird of Juno stooping;
Melody resigns to Fate.