My pulses bounded with a reckless play,
My heart exalted like the rising day.
Now—did my lips exclaim—is pleasure mine;
A sweet delight shall fold me in its thrall;
To day, at least, I'll feel the bliss of life;
Like uncaged bird,—each limb with freedom rife—
I'll sip a thousand sweets—enjoy them all!
The will thus earnest could not be denied;
I beckoned Pleasure and she gladly came:
O'er hill and vale I roamed at her dear side—