And watch the look affection prizes.
But ah! what youth attends thy side,
With eyes that speak his soul’s devotion— 10
To thee as constant as the tide
That gives the restless wave its motion?
Still in thy train must he appear,
For ever gazing, smiling, talking?
Ah! would that he were sighing here,
And I were there beside thee walking!
Wilt thou to him that arm resign,