Ah the shepards mournful fate - William Hamilton


Ah the shepards mournful fate,
When doom'd to love, and doom'd to languish,
To bear the scornful fair ones hate, 
Nor dare disclose his anguish.
Yet eager looks, and dying sighs,
My secret soul discover;
While rapture trembling through mine eyes,
Reveals how much I love her.
The tender glance, the red'ning cheek,
O'erspread with rising blushes,
A thousand various ways they speak
A thousand various wishes.


For, oh! that form so heavenly fair,
Those languid eyes so sweetly smiling,
That artless blush, and modest air,
So fatally beguiling 


Thy every look and every grace
So charms whene'er I view thee,Till death o'ertake me in the chaseStill will my hopes pursue thee;Then when my tedious hours are pastBe this last blessing given,Low at thy feet to breathe my last,And die in sight of heaven.