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 As he gazed, a gentle breeze arose,

That fann'd her robes aside:

And the sleeping nymph did charms disclose

Which, waking, she would hide.

Then his breath grew short, and his pulse beat high,

He long'd to touch what he chanc'd to spy,

With a fa, la, la, &c.

But durst not yet draw nigh.

All amazed he stood, with her beauties fir'd,

And bless'd the courteous wind;

Then in whispers sigh'd, and the gods desir'd,

That Celia might be kind.

Then, with hope grown bold, he advanc'd amain:

But she laugh'd aloud in a dream, and again,

With a fa, la, la, &c.

Repelled the tim'rous swain.

Yet, when once desire has enflamed the soul,

All modest doubts withdraw,

And the god of love does each fear controul

That would the lover awe.

Shall a prize like this, says the vent'rous boy,

Escape, and I not the means employ,

With a fa, la, la, &c.

To seize the proffer'd joy?

Here the glowing youth, to relieve his pain,

The slumb'ring maid caress'd,