  Will Love again awake, That lies asleep so long? O hush! ye tongues that shake The drowsy night with song. It is a lady fair Whom once he deigned to praise, That at the door doth dare Her sad complaint to raise. She must be fair of face, As bold in heart she seems, If she would match her grace With the delight of dreams. Her beauty would surprise Gazers on Autumn eves, Who watched the broad moon rise Upon the scattered sheaves. He shall descend to hear, Who doth in Heaven rejoice His most enchanted ear. The smile, that rests to play Upon her lip, foretells What musical array Tricks her sweet syllables. And yet her smiles have danced In vain, if her discourse Win not the soul entranced In divine intercourse. She will encounter all This trial without shame, Her eyes men Beauty call, And Wisdom is her name. Throw back the portals then, Ye guards, your watch that keep, Love will awake again |
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