1 THE sun had chas'd the mountain snow,
2 And kindly loos'd the frozen soil,
3 The melting streams began to flow,
4 And plowmen urg'd their annual toil.
5 'Twas then, amid the vocal throng
6 Whom nature wakes to mirth and love,
7 A blackbird rais'd his am'rous song,
8 And thus it echo'd thro' the grove.
9 O fairest of the feather'd train!
10 For whom I sing, for whom I burn,
11 Attend with pity to my strain,
12 And grant my love a kind return.
13 For see the wintry storms are flown,
14 And gentle Zephyrs fan the air;
15 Let us the genial influence own,
16 Let us the vernal pastime share.
17 The raven plumes his jetty wing
18 To please his croaking paramour;
19 The larks responsive ditties sing,
20 And tell their passion as they soar.
21 But trust me, love, the raven's wing
22 Is not to be compar'd with mine;
23 Nor can the lark so sweetly sing
24 As I, who strength with sweetness join.
25 O! let me all thy steps attend!
26 I'll point new treasures to thy sight;
27 Whether the grove thy wish befriend,
28 Or hedge-rows green, or meadows bright.
29 I'll shew my love the clearest rill
30 Whose streams among the pebbles stray,
31 These will we sip, and sip our fill,
32 Or on the flow'ry margin play.
33 I'll lead her to the thickest brake,
34 Impervious to the school-boy's eye;
35 For her the plaister'd nest I'll make,
36 And on her downy pinions lie.
37 When prompted by a mother's care,
38 Her warmth shall form th' imprisoned young;
39 The pleasing task I'll gladly share,
40 Or cheer her labours with my song.
41 To bring her food I'll range the fields,
42 And cull the best of every kind;
43 Whatever nature's bounty yields,
44 And love's assiduous care can find.
45 And when my lovely mate would stray
46 To taste the summer sweets at large,
47 I'll wait at home the live-long day,
48 And tend with care our little charge.
49 Then prove with me the sweets of love,
50 With me divide the cares of life;
51 No bush shall boast in all the grove
52 So fond a mate, so blest a wife.
53 He ceas'd his song. The melting dame
54 With soft indulgence heard the strain;
55 She felt, she own'd a mutual flame,
56 And hasted to relieve his pain.
57 He led her to the nuptial bower,
58 And nestled closely to her side;
59 The fondest bridegroom of that hour,
60 And she, the most delighted bride.
61 Next morn he wak'd her with a song,
62 "Behold, he said, the new-born day!
63 "The lark his matin peal has rung,
64 "Arise, my love, and come away."
65 Together thro' the fields they stray'd,
66 And to the murm'ring riv'let's side;
67 Renew'd their vows, and hopp'd and play'd,
68 With honest joy, and decent pride.
69 When oh! with grief the Muse relates
70 The mournful sequel of my tale;
71 Sent by an order from the fates
72 A gunner met them in the vale.
73 Alarm'd the lover cry'd, My dear,
74 Haste, haste away, from danger fly;
75 Here, gunner, point thy thunder here;
76 O spare my love, and let me die.
77 At him the gunner took his aim;
78 His aim alas was all too true:
79 O! had he chose some other game!
80 Or shot — as he was wont to do!
81 Divided pair! forgive the wrong,
82 While I with tears your fate rehearse;
83 I'll join the widow's plaintive song,
84 And save the lover in my verse.
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Title (in Source Edition): The BLACKBIRDS. An Elegy.
Author: Richard Jago
Themes: love; weather; animals
References: DMI 26704
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