SONG. (When DELIA on the plain appears)

When DELIA on the plain appears, Aw'd by a thousand tender fears, I wou'd approach, but dare not move; Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?

Whene'er she speaks, my ravish'd ear No other voice but her's can hear, No other wit but her's approve; Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?

If she some other youth commend, Though I was once his fondest friend, His instant enemy I prove; Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?

When she is absent, I no more Delight in all that pleas'd before, The clearest spring, or shadiest grove; Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?

When fond of pow'r, of beauty vain, Her nets she spread for ev'ry swain, I strove to hate, but vainly strove; Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?