'S tormented.
But doth the miller's daughter fair
Gaze often on thee kindly there?
MILLSTREAM.
She opes the shutters soon as light
Is gleaming;
And comes to bathe her features bright
And beaming.
So full and snow-white is her breast,—
I feel as hot as steam suppress'd.
YOUTH.
If she in water can inflame
Such ardour,
Surely, then, flesh and blood to tame
Is harder.
When once is seen her beauteous face,
One ever longs her steps to trace.