O'er the Desert, cross the Meadows, <br />Hunters blew the merry Horn ; <br />Phoebus chas'd the flying Shadows : <br />Eccho, she reply'd, in Scorn ; <br />Still adoring, <br />And deploring, <br />Why must Thirsis lose his Life ? <br /> <br />Rivers murmur'd from their Fountains, <br />Acorns dropping from the Oaks, <br />Fawns came tripping o'er the Mountains, <br />Fishes bit the naked Hooks ; <br />Still admiring, <br />And desiring : <br />When shall Phillis be a Wife.<br /><br />Sir Charles Sedley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-a-la-mode/
