Song (from “Acis and Galatea”)
by John Gay (1685-1732)

O ruddier than the cherry,
O sweeter than the berry,
      O Nymph more bright
      Than moonshine night,
Like kidlings blithe and merry.

Ripe as the melting cluster,
No lily has such lustre,
      Yet hard to tame,
      As raging flame,
And fierce as storms that bluster.

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