Such was our fate, my charmer! we were found
A wandering pair, by roguish Cupid bound;
All that I saw was gifted to inspire }
Grand views of bliss, and wake intense desire }
Of joys that never pall, of flights that never tire; }
There was that purple light of love, that bloom,
That ardent passions in their growth assume, 170
That pure enjoyment of the soul—O! weak
Are words such loves and glowing thoughts to speak!
I sought to praise thee, and I felt disdain