From central caverns bring your diamonds here,
To ripen in the sun of Delia's eyes.
And ye who bathe in Etna's lava springs,
Spirits of fire! to see my love advance;
Fly, Salamanders, on Asbestos' wings,
To wanton in my Delia's fiery glance.
She weeps, she weeps! her eye with anguish swells,
Some tale of sorrow melts my FEELING GIRL!
Nymphs! catch the tears, and in Your lucid shells
Enclose them, EMBRYOS OF THE ORIENT PEARL.