’Midst her tresses archly smiling,
Love, the wily urchin, played;
Through her eyes he peered beguiling,
Round her lips he ever strayed:
In each limb, o’er every feature,
Unrestrained he seemed to move,
Till at length the peerless creature
Yielded all her soul to love!
Again her bark is on the billow,
Where the pageant Pleasure glides;