Oh! How I Love, On A Fair Summer’s Eve

Oh! how I love, on a fair summer’s eve, When streams of light pour down the golden west, And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest The silver clouds, far – far away to leave All meaner thoughts, and take a sweet reprieve Fromm little cares; to find, with easy quest, A fragrant wild, with Nature’s beauty drest, And there into the delight my soul deceive. There warm my breast with patriotic lore, Musing on Milton’s fate – on Sydney’s bier – Till their stern forms before my mind arise: Perhaps on wing of Poesy upsoar, Full often dropping a delicious tear, When some melodious sorrow spells mine eyes.