Oh, Let Me Plead With Thee To Have A Nook, A Garden Nook, Not Far From Thy Domain, That There, With Harp, And Voice, And Poet-Book, I May Be True To Thee, And, Passion-Fain, Rehearse The Songs Of Nature Once Again: - The Songs Of Cynthia Wandering By The Brook To Soothe The Raptures Of A Lover'S Pain, And Those Of Phyllis With Her Shepherd'S Crook! I Die To Serve Thee, And For This Alone, - To Be Thy Bard-Elect, From Day To Day, - I Would Forego The Right To Fill A Throne. I Would Consent To Be The Famine-Prey Of Some Fierce Pard, If Ere The Night Were Flown I Could Subdue Thy Spirit To My Sway.