Beneath some oak’s projecting shade,

Where the shot rays scarce passage find,

See many a rustick youth and maid

In languid attitudes reclin’d----

Mark! with features all relenting,

160 And with down-cast eyes consenting,

How each nymph listens to the amorous tale;

Her half-bar’d bosom, panting with desire,

Expos’d, as if to catch the cooling gale;

But more, perhaps, to fan the lover’s fire.