adieu and recal to love : Culturea : 9791041987535 : 29 Feb 2024 : Go, idle Boy! I quit thy pow'r; Thy couch of many a thorn and flow'r; Thy twanging bow, thine arrow keen, Deceitful Beauty's timid mien; The feign'd surprize, the roguish leer, The tender smile, the thrilling tear, Have now no pangs, no joys for me, So fare thee well, for I am free! Then flutter hence on wanton wing, Or lave thee in yon lucid spring, Or take thy bev'rage from the rose, Or on Louisa's breast repose: I wish thee well for pleasures past, Yet bless the hour, I'm free at last. But sure, methinks, the alter'd day Scatters around a mournful ray; And chilling ev'ry zephyr blows, And ev'ry stream untuneful flows; No rapture swells the linnet's voice, No more the vocal groves rejoice; And e'en thy song, sweet Bird of Eve! With whom I lov'd so oft to grieve, Now scarce regarded meets my ear, Unanswer'd by a sigh or tear. No more with devious step I choose To brush the mountain's morning dews; "To drink the spirit