The youth, I’ll not mention his name,
Who was the sole cause of my smart,
His deeds were unnotic’d by fame,
His manners unpolish’d by art.
His person could boast of no charm,
His words of no conquering power;
Yet his footsteps did give the alarm,
Which made my heart beat for an hour.
When absent from him I ador’d,
One minute as ages did prove;