The
Vision
.
Quite
weary'd
with
the
business
of
the
Day
,
To
unfrequented
Shades
I
took
my
way
,
And
by
a
murmuring
Stream
supinely
lay
.
Soft
thoughts
confusedly
revell'd
in
my
Breast
,
Till
by
composing
Slumbers
I
was
bless'd
.
Husht
was
my
Sences
as
the
unhaunted
Grove
,
And
all
the
Vision
of
my
Soul
was
Love
;
Methoughts
I
saw
a
soft
Celestial
Youth
,
Whose
Eyes
speak
Love
,
and
smiles
Eternal
Truth
:
Gay
as
the
Spring
in
all
its
vernal
Pride
,
With
Amorous
Joy
sit
panting
by
my
side
.
I
gaz'd
with
Wonder
at
a
Form
so
bright
,
And
thought
some
Sylvane
God
had
bless'd
my
sight
;
With
equal
Scruple
,
Zeal
and
Passion
mov'd
,
If
he
should
be
ador'd
or
be
belov'd
:
His
Eyes
and
Smiles
darted
refin'd
delight
,
As
if
Heavens
glowing
Glories
touch'd
the
sight
;
A
thousand
Charms
his
flowing
Locks
bestow
,
For
every
Curl's
inevitably
so
:
His
welcome
Head
on
my
kind
Bosom
laid
,
On
a
soft
Flute
delightful
Airs
he
play'd
.
Mean
while
such
dear
undoing
looks
he
cast
,
And
every
Note
with
artful
Motions
grac'd
:
No
Youth
e'er
seem'd
so
softning
and
Divine
,
Sure
he
was
made
for
Love
,
at
least
for
mine
.
Then
was
his
Pipe
out-rival'd
by
his
Voice
,
As
when
he
Play'd
all
other
Musick
was
:
A
Mein
so
Gay
and
Shape
that
rivals
Joves
,
His
Hand
more
soft
than
down
of
Venus
Doves
.
Her
young
Adonis
had
not
half
his
Charms
,
When
he
most
pleasing
fill'd
her
pressing
Arms
;
So
kind
he
look'd
,
such
tender
things
he
said
,
With
eager
Joy
I
grasp'd
the
lovely
Shade
.
The
fleeting
Charmer
soon
dissolv'd
in
Air
,
I
search'd
around
but
could
not
find
him
there
,
(
Then
to
the
Grove
sigh'd
Love
and
loud
despair
.
)
It
was
Alexis
form
I
did
pursue
,
My
conscious
Soul
took
the
sad
Omen
too
;
Cry'd
out
the
lovely
Youth
forsakes
my
Breast
,
And
will
be
never
but
in
Dreams
possest
.