POEMS BY WILLIAM COLLINS
by: William Collins (1721-1759)
- O fair Fidele's
- Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
- Each opening sweet of earliest bloom,
- And rifle all the breathing Spring.
- No wailing ghost shall dare appear
- To vex with shrieks this quiet grove;
- But shepherd lads assemble here,
- And melting virgins own their love.
- No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
- No goblins lead their nightly crew;
- The female fays shall haunt the green,
- And dress thy grave with pearly dew.
- The redbreast oft at evening hours
- Shall kindly lend his little aid,
- With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers,
- To deck the ground where thou art laid.
- When howling winds, and beating rain,
- In tempests shake thy sylvan cell;
- Or 'midst the chase, on every plain,
- The tender thought on thee shall dwell;
- Each lonely scene shall thee restore,
- For thee the tear be duly shed;
- Beloved, till life can charm no more;
- And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.