Blest as the Immortal Gods

Blest as the immortal Gods is he, The youth that fondly sits by thee; And sees and hears thee, all the while, Softly speak and sweetly smile.

'Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And raised such tumults in my breast; For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost.

My bosom glowed, a subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung, My ears with hollow murmurs rung.

In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd, My blood with gentle horrors thrilled; My feeble pulse forgot to play, I fainted, sunk, and died away.