The Convert

The Convert

As at sunset I was straying

Silently the wood along,

Damon on his flute was playing,

And the rocks gave back the song,

So la,Ia!&c.

Softly tow’rds him then he drew me;

Sweet each kiss he gave me then!

And I said,“Play once more to me!”

And he kindly play’d again,(https://www.daowen.com)

So la,la!&c.

All my peace for aye has fleeted,

All my happiness has flown;

Yet my ears are ever greeted[30]

With that olden,blissful tone,

So la,la!&c.

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