To Aurelia by John Dyer

See, the flowery Spring is blown,
Let us leave the smoky Town:
From the Mall, and from the Ring,
Every one has taken wing;
Cloe, Strephon, Corydon,
To the meadows all are gone;
What is left you worth your stay?
Come, Aurelia, come away.

Come, Aurelia, come and see
What a lodge I’ve dress’d for thee;
But the seat you cannot see,
‘Tis so hid with jessamy,
With the vine that o’er the walls,
And in every window, crawls;
Let us there be blithe and gay!
Come, Aurelia, come away.

Come with all thy sweetest wiles,
With thy graces and thy smiles;
Come, and we will merry be,
Who shall be so blest as we?
We will frolic all the day,
Haste, Aurelia, while we may:
Ay! and should not life be gay?
Yes, Aurelia come away.

From: Dyer, John and Thomas, Edward (ed.), The Poems of John Dyer, 1903, T. Fisher Unwin: London, p. 29.
(https://archive.org/stream/poemsofjohndyer00dyeriala#page/28/mode/2up)

Date: c1725

By: John Dyer (1699-1757)

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