Poems on Several Subjects, Song IV

Enraptur'd I gaze when my Delia is by, And drink the sweet poison of love from her eye; I feel the soft passion pervade ev'ry part And pleasure unusual plays round my fond heart.

I hear her sweet voice, and am charm'd with her song— I think I could hear her sweet voice all day long; My senses enchanted, are lost in delight When love and soft music their raptures unite.

Beyond all expression my Delia I love, My heart is so fix'd that it never can rove; When I see her I think tis an angel I see, And the charms of her mind are a heaven to me.