William Drummond - Poems: The First Part XV lyrics

To hear my plaints, fair river crystalline, Thou in a silent slumber seems to stay; Delicious flow'rs, lily and columbine, Ye bow your heads when I my woes display; Forests, in you the myrtle, palm, and bay, Have had compa**ion list'ning to my groans; The winds with sighs have solemniz'd my moans 'Mong leaves, which whispered what they could not say; The caves, the rocks, the hills, the Sylvans' thrones, (As if even pity did in them appear) Have at my sorrows rent their ruthless stones; Each thing I find hath sense except my dear, Who doth not think I love, or will not know My grief, perchance delighting in my woe.