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When bright Ophelia treads the green,
In all the pride of dress and mien;
Averse to freedom, mirth and play,
The lofty rival of the day;
Methinks, to my enchanted eye,
The lilies droop, the roses die.
But when, disdaining art, the fair
Assumes a soft engaging air;
Mild as the opening morn of May,
And as the feather'd warblers gay;
The scene improves where'er she goes,
More sweetly smile the pink and rose.
O lovely maid! propitious hear,
Nor think thy Damon insincere.
Pity my wild delusive flame;
For though the flowers are still the same,
To me they languish, or improve,
And plainly tell me that I love.
Song Xix. - When Bright Ophelia Treads The Green
William Shenstone
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Poem topics: freedom, green, pink, pride, rose, smile, wild, feather, play, hear, bright, flame, soft, scene, dress, Valentine's Day, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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