Smile of love—a flower planted,
Sprung in the garden of joy that art:
Eyes that shine with a glow enchanted,
Whose spreading fires encircle my heart,
And warm with a noonray drenched in fire
My land of delight, my land of desire!
DIANA.
I envy much the melancholy spirit
Who wove that strain. The verses too were fetched
Out of a deeper well than common passion