THE LOVE-LORN MAID Rebekah Carmichael (later Hay) 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. T104666 Carmichael, Miss (Rebekah) (fl. 1790-1806). Poems. Edinburgh Peter Hill 1790 pp. 65-66. 92p.

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THE LOVE-LORN MAID Beneath an aged elm's embow'ring shade , Beside a rill that murmurs through the plain , There lay Ormina : Thus the pensive maid Soft sung the praise of Strephon , handsome swain , And rocks and hills re-echo'd back again . Such was the sound , as in the spheres above , Celestial spirits sing at rising day ; It was the accents of sincerest love , And Philomela sweetly join'd the lay , And other songsters waked on every spray . I've view'd the flow'rs that deck the vernal ground , I've view'd the stars that deck the azure sky , A sweeter bloom on Strephon's cheek I found , A brighter , lustre beam'd in Strephon's eye ; Then wonder not for him alone I sigh . I've view'd the yellow leaves in autumn spread , I've view'd the fun's bright lustre on the main ; Such are the locks that Strephon's temples shade , Such is the brightness that adorns my swain , And still this breast his image shall retain . But , hark ! I heard a voice in yonder gale ; Some gentle spirit whispers through the breeze ; What if he now o'erhears thy tender tale ; What if he lies conceal'd among the trees , With looks of sullen pride and heart at ease ? Awake each tender feeling of the heart , Awake but for a while in Strephon's breast And if he deigns to smile before we part , Then shall Ormina be supremely blest , Forget her former pain , and sink to rest .