A
POETICAL
OR
SOUND-HEARTED
LOVER'S
FAREWELL
TO
HIS
MISTRESS
.
FAIR
Nymph
,
who
dost
my
fate
controul
And
reignest
Mistress
of
my
soul
,
Where
thou
all
bright
in
beauty's
ray
Hast
held
a
long
tyrannic
sway
!
They
who
the
hardest
rule
maintain
,
In
their
commands
do
still
refrain
From
what
impossible
must
prove
,
Yet
thou
hast
bade
me
cease
to
love
.
Ah
!
when
the
magnet's
power
is
o'er
,
The
needle
then
will
point
no
more
,
And
when
no
verdure
clothes
the
spring
,
The
tuneful
birds
forget
to
sing
;
But
thou
,
all
sweet
and
heavenly
fair
,
Wouldst
have
thy
swain
from
love
forbear
.
In
pity
let
thine
own
dear
hand
A
death's-wound
to
this
bosom
send
:
This
tender
heart
of
purest
faith
May
then
resign
thee
with
its
breath
;
And
in
the
sun-beam
of
thine
eye
A
proud
and
willing
victim
die
.
But
since
thou
wilt
not
have
it
so
,
Far
from
thy
presence
will
I
go
;
Far
from
my
heart's
dear
bliss
I'll
stray
,
Since
I
no
longer
can
obey
.
In
foreign
climes
I'll
henceforth
roam
No
more
to
hail
my
native
home
:
To
foreign
swains
I'll
pour
my
woe
,
In
foreign
plains
my
tears
shall
flow
;
By
murmuring
stream
and
shady
grove
Shall
other
echoes
tell
my
love
;
And
richer
flowers
of
vivid
hue
Upon
my
grave
shall
other
maidens
strew
.
Adieu
,
dear
Phillis
!
shouldst
thou
e'er
Some
soft
and
plaintive
story
hear
Of
hapless
youth
,
who
vainly
strove
With
wayward
fate
,
and
died
for
love
,
O
think
of
me
!
nor
then
deny
The
gentle
tribute
of
a
sigh
.