MS's: F-H 283, 50-3*; Folger 15.
Secondary Editions: 1903 Reynolds prints Folger text, 265; rpts of 1903 Reynolds: 1928 Murray 89; 1930 Fausset, 113-4; 1979 Rogers AF, 150-1; 1987 Thompson, 18-9.
Kind birde, thy praises I designe,
Thy praises, like thy plumes should shine,
Thy praises, should thy life out Live,
Cou'd I, the fame I wish thee, give.
Thou, my domestick Musick art,
And Dearest Trifle of my heart.
Soft in thy notes, and in thy dress,
Softer, than numbers can Express.
Softer than love, Softer than light
When just escaping from the night;
When first she rises, unaray'd,
And Steals a passage, though the shade.
Softer than aire, or flying Clouds,
Which Phoebus glory, thinly Shrouds.
Gay as the Spring, gay as the flowers,
When lightly strew'd with pearly showers.
Ne'er to the woods shalt thou return,
Nor thy wild freedom, shalt thou mourn.
Thou, to my bosome shalt repaire,
And find a Safer shelter there.
There shalt thou watch, and should I sleep,
My heart, thy charge, Securely keep.
Love, who a Stranger is to me,
Must by his wings, be kin to thee.
So painted o'er, so Seeming Fair,
So soft, his first addresses are;
Thy guard, he ne'er can pass unseen,
Thou, Surely thou hast often been,
Whilst yet a wand'rer in the grove,
A false accomplice, with this Love.
In the same shade, hast thou not sat,
And seen him work some wretches fate?
Hast thou not sooth'd him, when in the wrong,
And grac'd the mischief, with a Song?
Tuneing thy Loud, conspiring voice,
O're falling Lovers to rejoice?
If soe, thy wicked faults redeem,
In league with me, no truce with him,
Do thou admitt, but warn my heart,
And all his Slye design impart,
Lest to that breast, by Craft he get,
Which has defy'd, and brav'd him yett
(MS F-H 283, pp. 50-53).
Rpt of 1713/1903: 1939 Bredvold, 154-5; 1968 Swedenberg, 305-6. Dated: Before her marriage in May 15, 1684 (style and lines: Whilst yet a wand'rer in the grove ... Lest to that breast by craft he get/Which has defy'd and brav'd him yet)
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