Chapter 47 No.47

'Twas when the Fields were gay,

The Groves and every Tree:

Just when the God of Day,

Grown weary of his Sway,

Descended to the Sea,

And Gloomy Light around did all the World survey.

'Twas then the Hapless Swain,

Amyntas, to Complain

Of Silvia's cold Disdain,

Retir'd to Silent Shades;

Where by a Rivers Side,

His Tear