SONG, ON LEAVING THE COUNTRY EARLY IN THE SPRING. Ann Batten Cristall Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T126557 Cristall, Ann Batten. Poetical Sketches by Ann Batten Cristall. London Printed for J. Johnson, St. Paul's Church Yard 1795 pp. 57-59. [14],187,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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SONG , ON LEAVING THE COUNTRY EARLY IN THE SPRING . WHILE joy re-animates the fields , And spring her odorous treasures yields ; While love inspires the happy grove , And music breaks from every spray ; I leave the sweet retreat I love Ere bloss'ming hawthorn greets the May ; Sad destiny ! O! let me plaintive pour O'er the unopen'd bud an unrefreshing shower . To yonder hills , which bound the sight , Where blushing eve dissolves in night , To the wild heath , o'er which the gale Bleak wafts each sweet perfume of spring , And to the weed-grown briary vale Sorrowing the parting lay I sing ; " Sweet flowers of spring , enlivening day , " Nature's unfolding charms fleet fast away . " At morn I've view'd the glimmering light Break from the east , and chase the night ; Then stray'd amid the frosty dews , While soaring larks shrill chanting rise , And mark'd the thousand varying hues That streak the glowing morning skies . " Sweet air of spring , enlivening day , " Nature's unfolding charms fleet fast away . " No dasied lawns shall greet my eye , Reluctant from their sweets I fly ; No more , wild wandering o'er the plains , I share each innocent delight ; The tinkling flocks , the woodland strains , The rural dance no more invite . Sad destiny ! O! let me plaintive pour O'er the unopen'd bud an unrefreshing shower .