Daphnis Fled

I'Le eccho in the tell-tale groves
Lycidas and Daphnis Loves
Now she has left this place;
Goe grave names in the tender rinde
Whisper my trouble to the Winde,
He'l tell where Daphnis stays:

Send kisses by the Soft lipp'd aire,
Begg charming Philomel to stay her
With raptures of her voyce:
Bid Zephyrus gently hold her back;
Smooth fronted sand to shew her track,
That thus forsakes her choyce.

Not all the charmes the spring affords,
The pleasures of delicious gourds,
Flora's enamell'd dress,
Or what is beautifull and fair,
Or what delights above compare,
Can sorrow dispossess.

For Nature now's unkind to me,
And my request denies I see,
For Daphnis will away,
In vain I prattle out my plaints,
She cannot hear my loud laments,
Nor would they cause her stay.

By yonder spring down will I lye,
Whilst one as great flows from my eye,
To mingle with its stream
Till her return, thence I'le not move
But weep the absence of my Love,
With waves as great as them

If my soul flyes out in a tear,
And she returnes, and that you hear
Her call a loud for me,
Good Nymph that answers him that speaks,
Say if that Lycidas she seeks,
Hee's joyn'd to Niobe.