O Phoebus! down the western sky, <br />Far hence diffuse thy burning ray, <br />Thy light to distant worlds supply, <br />And wake them to the cares of day. <br /> <br />Come, gentle Eve, the friend of care, <br />Come, Cynthia, lovely queen of night! <br />Refresh me with a cooling breeze, <br />And cheer me with a lambent light. <br /> <br />Lay me, where o'er the verdant ground <br />Her living carpet Nature spreads; <br />Where the green bower with roses crown'd, <br />In showers its fragrant foliage spreads. <br /> <br />Improve the peaceful hour with wine, <br />Let music die along the grove; <br />Around the bowl let myrtles twine, <br />And every strain be tuned to love. <br /> <br />Come, Stella, queen of all my heart! <br />Come, born to fill its vast desires! <br />Thy looks perpetual joy impart, <br />Thy voice perpetual love inspires. <br /> <br />Whilst all my wish and thine complete, <br />By turns we languish and we burn, <br />Let sighing gales our sights repeat, <br />Our murmurs - murmuring brooks return. <br /> <br />Let me when Nature calls to rest, <br />And blushing skies the morn foretell, <br />Sink on the down of Stella's breast, <br />And bid the waking world farewell.<br /><br />Samuel Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-147/
