While summer suns o'er the gay prospect play'd, br Through Surrey's verdant scenes, where Epsom spread br 'Mid intermingling elms her flowery meads, br And Hascombe's hill, in towering groves array'd, br Rear'd its romantic steep, with mind serene, br I journey'd blithe. Full pensive I return'd; br For now my breast with hopeless passion burn'd, br Wet with hoar mists appear'd the gaudy scene, br Which late in careless indolence I pass'd; br And Autumn all around those hues had cast br Where past delight my recent grief might trace.