‘I LOVED! Thou know’st not half the power
Of woman’s love-lit eye;
Her voice can soothe death’s gloomy hour,
Her smiles dispel the clouds which lower
When Affliction’s sea rolls high.
‘My heart seemed cold as the frozen snow
Which binds dark Ætna’s form,
But Love raged there with the lava’s flow,
And madden’d my soul with the scorching glow
Of strong passion’s thunder-storm.’