Arm’d with the cruel, unrelenting dart.
He in soft accents urg’d his ardent flame,
And when Lucina would his suit deny,
Her beating bosom would assert his claim—
Her modest blush, and more expressive eye.
At last her tongue, the purpose of her heart
Unto the youth convey’d, in tender strain:
Then mutual joy each whisper did impart,
So great the transport, neither dream’d of pain.
But Ah! their joys were soon for ever lost,