1 br br Blow, blow, thou vernal gale! br Thy balm will not avail br To ease my aching breast; br Though thou the billows smooth, br Thy murmurs cannot soothe br My weary soul to rest. br br br 2 br br Flow, flow, thou tuneful stream! br Infuse the easy dream br Into the peaceful soul; br But thou canst not compose br The tumult of my woes, br Though soft thy waters roll. br br br 3 br br Blush, blush, ye fairest flowers! br Beauties surpassing yours br My Rosalind adorn; br Nor is the Winter's blast, br That lays your glories waste, br So killing as her scorn. br br br 4 br br Breathe, breathe, ye tender lays, br That linger down the maze br Of yonder winding grove; br O let your soft control br Bend her relenting soul br To pity and to love. br br br 5 br br Fade, fade, ye flowerets fair! br Gales, fan no more the air! br Ye streams, forget to glide; br Be hush'd each vernal strain; br Since nought can soothe my pain, br Nor mitigate her pride.