Andrew Marvell - Clorinda And Damon lyrics

C. Damon come drive thy flocks this way. D. No : 'tis too late they went astray. C. I have a gra**y Scutcheon spy'd, Where Flora blazons all her pride. The gra** I aim to feast thy Sheep : The Flow'rs I for thy Temples keep. D. Gra** withers; and the Flow'rs too fade. C. Seize the short Joyes then, ere they vade. Seest thou that unfrequented Cave ? D. That den? C. Loves Shrine. D. But Virtue's Grave. C. In whose cool bosome we may lye Safe from the Sun. D. Not Heaven's Eye. C. Near this, a Fountaines liquid Bell Tinkles within the concave Shell. D. Might a Soul bath there and be clean, Or slake its Drought? C. What is 't you mean? D. These once had been enticing things, Clorinda, Pastures, Caves, and Springs. C. And what late change? D. The other day Pan met me. C. What did great Pan say? D. Words that transcend poor Shepherds sk**, But he ere since my Songs does fill: And his Name swells my slender Oate. C. Sweet must Pan sound in Damons Note. D. Clorinda's voice might make it sweet. C. Who would not in Pan's Praises meet ? Chorus Of Pan the flowry pastures sing, Caves eccho and the Fountains ring. Sing then while he doth us inspire; For all the world is our Pan's Quire.