That distant she will still engage my mind:
That suns are most remote when most they warm,
That flying Parthians scatter darts behind.
Long will I gaze upon her vacant home,
As the bird lingers near its pilfered nest,
There, will I cry, she turned the studious tome;
There sported, there her envied pet caressed.
There, while she plied accomplished works of art,
I saw her form, inclined with Sapphic grace;
Her radiant eyes, blest emblems of her heart,