AN
EVENING
ODE
.
TO
STELLA
.
BY
THE
SAME
.
EVENING
now
,
from
purple
wings
,
Sheds
the
grateful
gifts
she
brings
;
Brilliant
drops
bedeck
the
mead
,
Cooling
breezes
shake
the
reed
;
Shake
the
reed
,
and
curl
the
stream
Silver'd
o'er
with
Cynthia's
beam
;
Near
the
checquer'd
,
lonely
grove
,
Hears
and
keeps
thy
secrets
,
Love
.
STELLA
,
thither
let
us
stray
I
Lightly
o'er
the
dewy
way
,
Phoebus
drives
his
burning
car
,
Hence
,
my
lovely
STELLA
,
far
;
In
his
stead
,
the
Queen
of
night
Round
us
pours
a
lambent
light
;
Light
,
that
serves
but
just
to
shew
Breasts
that
beat
,
and
cheeks
that
glow
;
Let
us
now
,
in
whisper'd
joy
,
Evening's
silent
hours
employ
,
Silence
best
,
and
conscious
shades
Please
the
hearts
that
Love
invades
.
Other
pleasures
give
them
pain
,
Lovers
all
but
Love
disdain
.