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Richard John Samuel Stevens
(1757 - 1837)
Charming to love is morning's hour
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From "Eight glees expressly composed for ladies".
Lyrics: Hannah Cowley
Charming to love is morning's hour,
When from her crystal, roseate tow'r
She sees the goddess Health pursue
The skimming breeze thro' fields of dew;
Charming the flaming hour of noon,
When the sunk linnet's fading tune
Allures him to the beechy grove;
Or when some ragg'd grotesque alcove
Sounds in his ear its tinkling rill,
And tempts him to its moss-grown sill.
Most charm'd when on his tranced mind
Is whispered in the passing wind
The name of her whose name is bliss;
Or when he all unseen can kiss
The fringed bank where late she lay,
Hidden from th'imperious day.
Charming to love is morning's hour,
When from her crystal, roseate tow'r
She sees the goddess Health pursue
The skimming breeze thro' fields of dew;
Charming the flaming hour of noon,
When the sunk linnet's fading tune
Allures him to the beechy grove;
Or when some ragg'd grotesque alcove
Sounds in his ear its tinkling rill,
And tempts him to its moss-grown sill.
Most charm'd when on his tranced mind
Is whispered in the passing wind
The name of her whose name is bliss;
Or when he all unseen can kiss
The fringed bank where late she lay,
Hidden from th'imperious day.