William Drummond - Poems: The First Part XIX lyrics

In vain I haunt the cold and silver springs, To quench the fever burning in my veins; In vain, love's pilgrim, mountains, dales, and plains, I overrun; vain help long absence brings: In vain, my friends, your counsel me constrains To fly, and place my thoughts on other things. Ah! like the bird that fired hath her wings, The more I move, the greater are my pains. Desire, alas! Desire, a Zeuxis new, From Indies borrowing gold, from western skies Most bright cynoper, sets before mine eyes In every place, her hair, sweet look, and hue: That fly, run, rest I, all doth prove but vain, My life lies in those looks which have me slain.