The mirthful dance, the Shepherd’s tuneful reed,
The musky fragrance of the opening Rose;
To me, alas! all pleasures senseless prove,
Save, the sweet converse of the Friend I LOVE.
LIFE.
Love, thou sportive, fickle boy,
Source of anguish, child of joy;
Ever wounding, ever smiling,
Soothing still, and still beguiling;
What are all thy boasted treasures?