CORINNA
TO
LYCIDAS
.
Where'er
my
Lycidas
shall
turn
his
eyes
,
May
pleasures
spring
,
and
lovely
prospects
'
rise
;
While
your
Corinna
,
on
the
banks
of
Stower
,
In
pensive
sadness
views
each
ripening
flower
:
Why
am
I
pensive
?
all
things
else
are
gay
,
Fawns
dance
around
,
and
harmless
lambkins
play
;
Surrounding
groves
invite
my
steps
to
rove
,
Resembling
that
in
which
I
learn'd
to
love
;
They
each
returning
morn
,
grow
fresher
still
,
And
happy
birds
their
leafy
branches
fill
;
O
lovely
scenes
!
but
what
are
these
to
me
?
Joy
is
no
joy
without
society
.
If
I
a
friend
like
Lycidas
could
find
,
To
share
my
joys
,
or
sooth
my
anxious
mind
;
Then
morn
and
night
,
I'd
tune
my
cheerful
lay
,
Sing
with
the
birds
,
and
be
more
glad
than
they
;
But
while
your
absence
I
am
doom'd
to
bear
,
Your
fancied
presence
in
my
thoughts
shall
share
;
I'll
bless
the
hour
in
which
our
love
began
,
And
ever
be
as
constant
as
I
can
.