SONG. 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. 147-149. [14],187,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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SONG . THROUGH spring-time walks , with flowers perfum'd , I chas'd a wild capricious fair , Where hyacinths and jonquils bloom'd , Chanting gay sonnets through the air : Hid amid a briary dell , Or 'neath a hawthorn tree , Her sweet enchantments led me on , And still deluded me . While summer's splendent glory smiles My ardent love in vain essay'd , I strove to win her heart by wiles , But still a thousand pranks she play'd ; Still o'er each sun-burnt furzy hill , Wild , playful , gay , and free , She laugh'd and scorn'd , I chas'd her still , And still she banter'd me . When autumn waves her golden ears , And wafts o'er fruits her pregnant breath , The sprightly lark its pinions rears , I chas'd her o'er the daisy'd heath ; Sweet hare-bells trembled in the vale , And all around was glee ; Still , wanton as the timid hart , She swiftly flew from me . Now winter lights its chearful fire , While jests with frolic mirth resound , And draws the wand'ring beauty nigher , 'Tis now too cold to rove around : The Christmas game , the playful dance , Incline her heart to glee , Mutual we glow , and kindling love Draws every wish to me .