And led me to the nymph my soul adored.
Soon her quick footsteps struck my listening ear,
She came confest! the lovely maid drew near!
But, ah! what force of language can impart
Th’ impetuous joy that glowed in either heart:
O ye! whose melting hearts are formed to prove
The trembling ecstasies of genuine love;
When, with delicious agony, the thought
Is to the verge of high delirium wrought;
Your secret sympathy alone can tell