Soft trembling tumults, terrors dearly prized,
Transports that pain’d, and joys that agonised;
Till the fond damsel, pleased with lad so trim,
Awed by her parent, and enticed by him,
Her lovely form from savage power to save,
Gave - not her hand - but ALL she could she gave.
Then came the day of shame, the grievous night,
The varying look, the wandering appetite;
The joy assumed, while sorrow dimm’d the eyes,
The forced sad smiles that follow’d sudden sighs;