[Song]
II
.
DAPHNE'S
Visit
.
YE
birds
!
for
whom
I
rear'd
the
grove
,
With
melting
lay
salute
my
love
:
My
Daphne
with
your
notes
detain
:
Or
I
have
rear'd
my
grove
in
vain
.
Ye
flow'rs
before
her
footsteps
rise
;
Display
at
once
your
brightest
dyes
;
That
she
your
opening
charms
may
see
:
Or
what
were
all
your
charms
to
me
?
Kind
Zephyr
!
brush
each
fragrant
flow'r
,
And
shed
its
odours
round
my
bow'r
:
Or
never
more
,
O
gentle
wind
,
Shall
I
,
from
thee
,
refreshment
find
,
Ye
streams
!
if
e'er
your
banks
I
lov'd
,
If
e'er
your
native
sounds
improv'd
,
May
each
soft
murmur
soothe
my
fair
:
Or
oh
!
'twill
deepen
my
despair
.
And
thou
,
my
grot
!
whose
lonely
bounds
The
melancholy
pine
surrounds
,
May
Daphne
praise
thy
peaceful
gloom
;
Or
thou
shalt
prove
her
Damon's
tomb
.