My captive heart has handcuff'd in a chain,
Strong as the cables of some huge first-rate,
That bears Britannia's thunders o'er the main.
The SYLPHS that round her radiant locks repair
In flowing lustre bathe their brightening wings;
And ELFIN MINSTRELS with assiduous care
The ringlets rob for FAERY FIDDLE-STRINGS.
Elegy IV.
The Poet relates how he stole a Lock of Delia's Hair, and her Anger.