I stood amazed, and filled with rapturous flame,
Voiceless was I like to a flinty rock,
When Galatea's grace and beauty came,
In all their loveliness my sight to mock.
On my left side stood Love (ah bitter shame!),
My love-lorn breast sustained his arrow's shock,
A gate was opened in me by his dart
Whereby the maid might come and steal my heart.
ELICIO.
His breast, who, wretched, follows in thy train,