The Pride of every grove I chose (John Stafford Smith)
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First published: 1781
Original text and translations
The pride of every grove I chose,
The violet sweet and lily fair,
The painted pink and blushing rose,
To deck my charming Chloe's hair.
At morn the nymph vouchsafed to place
Upon her brow the various wreath;
The flow'rs less blooming than her face,
The scent less fragrant than her breath.
The flow'rs she wore along the day,
And every nymph and shepherd said
That in her hair they look'd more gay
Than glowing in their native bed.
Undress'd at evening, when she found
Their odours lost, their colours past,
She changed her look, and on the ground
Her garland and her eyes she cast.
That eye dropp'd sense, distinct and clear
As any Muse's tongue could speak,
When from its lid a pearly tear
Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek.
Ah me! the blooming pride of May
And that of Beauty are but one;
At morn both flourish bright and gay,
Both fade at evening, pale, and gone.