Your form too lovely, all my soul possest;
Tho’ sweet the hours, how swift the minutes flew,
While pleas’d I sat and fondly gaz’d on you.
Ah! how I listen’d when your silence broke,
And kiss’d the air which trembled as you spoke;
Did you not, dearest, see my fond distress,
Beyond all power of language to express?
Did not my soul betray the young disease,
The soften’d look, the tender wish to please?
To sooth your cares, when all in vain I strove,