ALEXIS, here she stay'd; among these pines, 
Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair; 
Here did she spread the treasure of her hair, 
More rich than that brought from the Colchian mines. 
She set her by these musked eglantines, 
--The happy place the print seems yet to bear: 
Her voice did sweeten here thy sugar'd lines, 
To which winds, trees, beasts, birds, did lend their ear. 
Me here she first perceived, and here a morn 
Of bright carnations did o'erspread her face; 
Here did she sigh, here first my hopes were born, 
And I first got a pledge of promised grace: 
 But ah! what served it to be happy so? 
 Sith passed pleasures double but new woe?