Full Lyrics
Amidst the myrtles as I walk,
Love and myself thus enter talk,
Tell me, said I, in deep distress,
Where I may find my shepherdess.
I've searched the groves and fragrant bowers,
Where oft I've culled her sweetest flowers,
I've search'd each mead and verdant plain
To find my love, but all in vain.
Why did my Silvia from me rove,
Why did she quit her shepherd's love;
Return my Silvia to her swain.
And ease her anxious lover's pain.
