The Poet expresses his Feelings respecting a Portrait in Delia's Parlour.
I would I were that portly gentleman
With gold-laced hat and golden-headed cane,
Who hangs in Delia's parlour! For whene'er
From books or needlework her looks arise,
On him converge the SUNBEAMS of her eyes,
And he unblamed may gaze upon my Fair,
And oft my Fair his favour'd form surveys.
O happy picture! still on HER to gaze;
I envy him! and jealous fear alarms,