Nor time nor circumstance can e’er efface.
What greater pleasure, Skirnir! can we prove,
Than to behold the darling maid we love?
Oh yes! there is a pleasure far more sweet;
When looks reciprocal our glances meet,
And earnest give of future sympathy:
Oh! ’tis the most enchanting melody,
When the sweet voice of the beloved fair
Whispers “I love thee” in her lover’s ear.
Yet e’en the tongue can ne’er its happiness,