FROM THE FRENCH. <br /> <br />I. <br />'AH! say,' the fair Louisa cried, <br />'Say where the abode of Love is found?' <br />Pervading nature, I replied, <br />His influence spreads the world around. <br />When Morning's arrowy beams arise, <br />He sparkles in the enlivening ray, <br />And blushes in the glowing skies <br />When rosy evening fades away. <br /> <br />II. <br />The summer winds that gently blow, <br />The flocks that bleat along the glades, <br />The nightingale, that soft and low, <br />With music fills the listening shades: <br />The murmurs of the silver surf <br />All echo Love's enchanting notes, <br />From violets lurking in the turf, <br />His balmy breath through ether floats. <br /> <br />III. <br />From perfumed flowers and dewy leaves <br />Delicious scents he bids exhale, <br />He smiles amid autumnal sheaves, <br />And clothes with green the grassy vale; <br />But when that throne the god assumes <br />Where his most powerful influence lies, <br />'Tis on Louisa's cheek he blooms, <br />And lightens from her radiant eyes!<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-iii-4/
