The same in joy, though not solemnity.

THE ZAMBRA DANCE.

SONG.

I.

_Beneath a myrtle shade,
Which love for none, but happy lovers made,
I slept; and straight my love before me brought
Phyllis, the object of my waking thought.
Undressed she came my flames to meet,
While love strewed flowers beneath her feet;
Flowers which, so pressed by her, became more sweet._

II.

_From the bright vision's head
A careless veil of lawn was loosely spread:_
_From her white temples fell her shaded hair
Like cloudy sunshine, not too brown nor fair;
Her hands, her lips, did love inspire;
Her every grace my heart did fire:
But most her eyes, which languished with desire._

III.

_Ah, charming fair, said I,
How long can you my bliss and yours deny?