One circle round our Sun—and o’er—
Is perfected, since forth there stray’d[62]
In youth a fair Princess,
From whom fell liquid drops of love—
Love-crystals of her wedding tour.
Though griev’d, the fair-form’d gentle maid
(Whom God was pleas’d to bless),
With modest courage sweetly strove
And conquer’d it!—Joy helping her.
Those moments sad, Time soon spent out: