In the charmed ear of what beloved youth

"In the charmed ear of what beloved youth Sounds thy sweet voice? on whom revolvest thou Thy beautiful blue eyes? on whose sworn truth Anchors thy broken faith? who presses now Thy laughing lip, and hopes thy heaven of charms, Locked in the embracings of thy two white arms? Say thou, for whom hast thou so rudely left My love, or stolen, who triumphs in the theft? I have not yet a bosom so untrue To beauty, nor a heart of stone, to view My darling ivy, torn from me, take root Against another wall or prosperous pine, To see my virgin vine Around another elm in marriage hang Its curling tendrils and empurpled fruit, Without the torture of a jealous pang, Ev'n to the loss of life."