Ye birds! for whom I rear'd the grove, <br />With melting lay salute my love; <br />My Daphne with your notes detain, <br />Or I have rear'd my grove in vain. <br /> <br />Ye flowers! before her footsteps rise: <br />Display at once your brightest dyes; <br />That she your opening charms may see, <br />Or what are all your charms to me? <br /> <br />Kind Zephyr! brush each fragrant flower, <br />And shed its odours round my bower; <br />Or never more, O gentle Wind! <br />Shall I from thee refreshment find. <br /> <br />Ye Streams! if e'er your banks I loved, <br />If e'er your native sounds improved, <br />May each soft murmur soothe my fair, <br />Or oh! 'twill deepen my despair. <br /> <br />And thou, my Grot! whose lonely bounds <br />The melancholy pine surrounds, <br />May Daphne praise thy peaceful gloom, <br />Or thou shalt prove her Damon's tomb.<br /><br />William Shenstone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daphne-s-visit/
