THE MIDSUMMER WISH. John Hawkesworth 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. T116245 1136 K093079.003 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. III. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 238-239. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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THE MIDSUMMER WISH . BY THE SAME . O Phoebus ! down the western sky Far hence diffuse thy burning ray , Thy light to distant worlds supply , And wake them to the cares of day . Come , gentle Eve , the friend of Care , Come , Cynthia , lovely queen of night ! Refresh me with a cooling breeze , And chear me with a lambent light . Lay me where o'er the verdant ground Her living carpet Nature spreads ; Where the green bower , with roses crown'd , In showers its fragrant foliage sheds . Improve the peaceful hour with wine , Let music die along the grove ; Around the bowl let myrtles twine , And every strain be tun'd to Love . Come , STELLA , queen of all my heart ! Come , born to fill its vast desires ! Thy looks perpetual joys impart , Thy voice perpetual love inspires . While , all my wish and thine complete , By turns we languish , and we burn , Let sighing gales our sighs repeat , Our murmurs murmuring brooks return . Let me , when Nature calls to rest , And blushing skies the morn foretell , Sink on the down of STELLA's breast , And bid the waking world farewell .