William Drummond - Poems: The First Part XXV lyrics

Dear quirister, who from those shadows sends, Ere that the blushing dawn dare show her light, Such sad lamenting strains, that night attends (Become all ear), stars stay to hear thy plight; If one whose grief even reach of thought transcends, Who ne'er (not in a dream) did taste delight, May thee importune who like case pretends, And seems to joy in woe, in woe's despite; Tell me (so may thou fortune milder try, And long, long sing) for what thou thus complains, Sith, winter gone, the sun in dappled sky Now smiles on meadows, mountains, woods, and plains? The bird, as if my questions did her move, With trembling wings sobb'd forth, I love, I love!