Song. The Rose-bud

" SEE, Daphne! see," Florelio cry'd,
" And learn the sad effects of pride;
" Yon' shelter'd Rose, how safe conceal'd!
" How quickly blasted when reveal'd!

" The sun with warm attractive rays
" Tempts it to wanton in the blaze;
" A gale succeeds from eastern skies,
" And all its blushing radiance dies.

" So you, my Fair! of charms divine,
" Will quit the plains, too fond to shine
" Where Fame's transporting rays allure,
" Tho' here more happy, more secure.

" The breath of some neglected maid
" Shall make you sigh you left the shade;
" A breath to beauty's bloom unkind,
" As to the Rose an eastern wind."

The nymph reply'd—"You first, my Swain!
" Confine your sonnets to the plain;
" One envious tongue alike disarms
" You of your wit, me of my charms.

" What is, unknown, the poet's skill?
" Or what, unheard, the tuneful thrill?
" What, unadmir'd, a charming mien?
" Or what the Rose's blush unseen?