Philida

The spring returns the gushing rains 
No more defile the scene 
Nor in her cot the maid detains 
Long banishd from the green 
Each awthorn buds sufficient bower 
To hide the amourous dove 
O Philida in such a hour 
How sweet to meet & love 

The snows are all desolvd & gone 
The gale breaths mild & warm 
Springs put the earths green mantle on 
New strewd wi flowers to charm 
Each milking maid attends her cow 
True meeting swains to prove 
O Philida how sweet as now 
Wi thee to walk & love 

The even comes in purple clad 
The sun has left the view 
The willow groves hang oer the pad 
To shield us from the dew 
No eyes break undistinguish night 
To watch us or reprove 
O Philida my souls delight 
Haste let us hide & love

#poetry #environment 

#honesty

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