1 SWEET are the banks, when Spring perfumes
2 The verdant plants, and laughing flowers,
3 Fragrant the violet, as it blooms,
4 And sweet the blossoms after showers.
5 Sweet is the soft, the sunny breeze,
6 That fans the golden orange-grove;
7 But oh! how sweeter far than these
8 The kisses are of her I love.
9 Ye roses! blushing in your beds,
10 That with your odours scent the air;
11 Ye lillies chaste! with silver heads
12 As my Cleora's bosom fair:
13 No more I court your balmy sweets;
14 For I, and I alone, can prove,
15 How sweeter, when each other meets,
16 The kisses are of her I love.
17 Her tempting eyes my gaze inclin'd,
18 Their pleasing lesson first I caught;
19 Her sense, her friendship next confin'd
20 The willing pupil she had taught.
21 Should fortune, stooping from her sky,
22 Conduct me to her bright alcove;
23 Yet, like the turtle, I should die,
24 Denied the kiss of her love.