And bade the lingering hopes depart;
Then Beauty smiled, and I was gay,
I view’d her as the cheerful day;
And, if she frown’d, the clouded sky
Had greater terrors for mine eye. 40
I slept, I waked, and, morn and eve,
The noon, the night appear’d the same;
No thought arose the soul to grieve,
To me no thought of pleasure came;
Doom’d the dull comforts to receive