Thou sacred nymph! whose pious care
Pours from thine urn this mineral rill,
Whose healing draughts, like crystal fair,
In pleasing murmurs here distil.
Who guid'st the stream, and joy'st to dwell,
Where murmurs soft with use agree;
May Phoebus haunt this hallow'd well,
And all his Sisters learn of thee.
More verses by William Shenstone
- On Certain Pastorals
- Song V. - On Every Tree, In Every Plain
- Song Vii. - When Bright Roxana Treads The Green
- Song Xix. - When Bright Ophelia Treads The Green
- To A Lady, With Some Coloured Patterns Of Flowers