A woman's sigh alone and in distress ?
See not her charms! Is Phoebe passion
less?

Phoebe is fairer far O gaze no more:-
Yet if thou wilt behold all beauty's store,
Behold her panting in the forest grass!
Do not those curls of glossy jet surpass 69
For tenderness the arms so idly lain
Amongst them? Feelest not a kindred
pain,

To see such lovely eyes in swimming search
After some warm delight, that seems to
perch
Dovelike in the dim cell lying beyond
Their upper lids ? — Hist !

'O Sorrow,

Why dost borrow

The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills