The Grove was gloomy all around, Murm’ring the Streams did pass, Where fond Astrea laid her down Upon a Bed of Grass. 5 I slept and saw a piteous sight, Cupid a weeping lay, Till both his little Stars of Light Had wept themselves away. II Methought I ask’d him why he cry’d, 10 My Pity led me on: All sighing the sad Boy reply’d, Alas I am undone! As I beneath yon Myrtles lay, Down by Diana’s Springs, 15 Amyntas stole my Bow away, And Pinion’d both my Wings. III Alas! cry’d I, ’twas then thy Darts Wherewith he wounded me: Thou Mighty Deity of Hearts, 20 He stole his Pow’r from thee. Revenge thee, if a God thou be, Upon the Amorous Swain; I’ll set thy Wings at Liberty, And thou shalt fly again. <target id="page_72" target-type="page">72</target>IV 25 And for this Service on my Part, All I implore of thee, Is, That thou’t wound Amyntas Heart, And make him die for me. His Silken Fetters I Unty’d, 30 And the gay Wings display’d Which gently fann’d, he mounts and cry’d, Farewel fond easie Maid. V At this I blush’d, and angry grew I should a God believe; 35 And waking found my Dream too true, Alas I was a Slave.