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If all the bluft'ring Winds fhaud fwell the Seas,
[Mine Why then, ye cruel Powers, am I divorc'd from) Absence, you swore, shou'd ne'er disturb our Joys, By me you swore, and by my Stars, your Eyes. Light as Autumnal Leaves are Female Vows, Shook and dispers'd with ev'ry Wind that blows!
If in your Heart I have the least Remains,
Eres desires to know the wondrous Cause
[ltood, The Streams their Murmurs hush'd and filent Whose Goddess strait appear'd above the Flood; And dry'd the Sea-green Tresses of her Head, And told Alpheus' ancient Love, and said. E
A Nymph I was, and of th' Achaian Train, That ne'er drew Bow, nor darted Spear in vain: None bent more eagerly the Toils to fet, To chase the Boar, or pathless Woods to beat. And tho' no Toys, no Dress I made my Care, Tho' bold; yet was I still reputed Fair. Our Female Arts I scorn'd, preventing Praise, And simple, thought it ev'n a Crime to please.
One Day as from Stymphalus' Wood I came, Hot with the Chace, the Sun encreas'd my Flame; Unruffled in its Course a Flood I spyd, So calm, so smooth, it fcarcely feem'd to glide; So deep, and yet so clear, that ev'ry Stone, With borrow'd Lustre, from the bottom fone: The pendent Banks with hoary Willows crown'd Diffus'd a sweet, refreshing Shade around.
I came, and in the Brink my Foot I dipp’d;
Just as I was, without my Cloaths I fled;