Sir John Carr (1732-1807 / England)
A Song I
These shades were made for Love alone,-
Here only smiles and kisses sweet
Shall play around his flow'ry throne,
And doves shall sentinel the seat.
Come, Delia! 'tis a genial day;
It bids us to his bow'r repair:-
'But what will little Cupid say?'-
'Say! sweet?-why, give a welcome there.'
There not a tell-tale beam shall peep
Upon thy beauty's rich display,-
There not a breeze shall dare to sweep
The leaves, to whisper what we say.
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