Verses
ty'd
about
a
Fawn's
Neck
,
which
was
presented
to
a
very
young
Lady
,
call'd
by
her
Friends
the
Ivory
Maid
.
By
the
Same
.
As
thro'
this
sylvan
Scene
I
stray'd
,
I
saw
and
lov'd
the
Iv'ry
Maid
:
And
hearing
that
she
fled
from
Man
,
I
begg'd
this
Form
of
mighty
Pan
;
To
try
,
by
ev'ry
winning
Art
,
To
gain
Possession
of
her
Heart
;
When
raging
Tempests
cloud
the
Sky
,
Transported
at
her
Feet
to
lie
;
When
Phoebus
brightens
up
the
Weather
,
To
trip
it
o'er
the
Lawns
together
.