Which, though so soon withdrawn, too gentle seem’d
For harsh denial’s herald; or that blush
Which now, o’er thy snowy beauty spreading,
Heightens all thy loveliness!”
“And when those gentle eyes, thus rais’d to mine,
Melt in my ardent gaze; yet willing not
With haste ungracious to reprove my love,
A moment tremble ere they fall again;
Oh, ’tis a feeling not of earth! ’tis one
Which man’s experience hath not taught him how