As thro' this sylvan Scene I stray'd, <br />I saw and lov'd the Iv'ry Maid: <br />And hearing that she fled from Man, <br />I begg'd this Form of mighty Pan; <br />To try, by ev'ry winning Art, <br />To gain Possession of her Heart; <br />When raging Tempests cloud the Sky, <br />Transported at her Feet to lie; <br />When Phoebus brightens up the Weather, <br />To trip it o'er the Lawns together.<br /><br />Mary Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verses-ty-d-about-a-fawn-s-neck/
