And drinking thy sweet words, erst breathed to me—
Forsake me, reason—thought—and memory!—
I see thee in the gay Sicilian dance,
Bending upon the fair thy tender glance;
Where jewels gleam, and where soft beauty glows;
The song swells high, the crowned goblet flows;
Thy smile—my heart’s once light upon thy brow;
I see thee by a beauteous maiden now—
Love’s fickle vows—thy witching flatteries hear,
As thou dost breathe them in her willing ear.