Air. <br />Love in her eyes sits playing, <br />And sheds delicious death; <br />Love on her lips is straying, <br />And warbling in her breath; <br />Love on her breast sits panting, <br />And swells with soft desire; <br />Nor grace nor charm is wanting <br />To set the heart on fire. <br /> <br />Air. <br />O ruddier than the cherry! <br />O sweeter than the berry! <br />O Nymph more bright <br />Than moonshine night, <br />Like kidlings blithe and merry! <br /> <br />Ripe as the melting cluster! <br />No lily has such lustre; <br />Yet hard to tame <br />As raging flame, <br />And fierce as storms that bluster.<br /><br />John Gay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acis-and-galatea/
