DELIA, my dear, delightful Lady, br Time flies in town, you say, br New gowns shine fresh as May, br The Park is glad and gay, br Ah--but the woods are green and shady-- br Come, Delia, come away! br br br The crown your kneeling slaves award you br Is beauty's royal right; br Your beauty, Delia, might br Win crowns more sweet, more bright: br Your niggard world will not afford you br The crown of Heart's delight.