This new-found joy, and all that waits on this?
Why sinks that voice so sweetly in mine ear?
What makes it now a livelier joy to hear?
Why gives that touch—Still, still do I retain
The fierce delight that tingled through each vein—
Why at her presence with such quickness flows 240
The vital current?—Well a lover knows.
O! tell me not of years,—can she be old? }
Those eyes, those lips, can man unmoved behold? }
Has time that bosom chill’d? are cheeks so rosy cold? }