My Senses Ofttimes Are Oppress'D, Oft Stagnant Is My Blood; But When By Christel'S Sight I'm Blest, I Feel My Strength Renew'D. I See Her Here, I See Her There, And Really Cannot Tell The Manner How, The When, The Where, The Why I Love Her Well. If With The Merest Glance I View Her Black And Roguish Eyes, And Gaze On Her Black Eyebrows Too, My Spirit Upward Flies. Has Any One A Mouth So Sweet, Such Love-Round Cheeks As She? Ah, When The Eye Her Beauties Meet, It Ne'er Content Can Be. And When In Airy German Dance I Clasp Her Form Divine, So Quick We Whirl, So Quick Advance, What Rapture Then Like Mine! And When SHe's Giddy, And Feels Warm, I Cradle Her, Poor Thing, Upon My Breast, And In Mine Arm, I'm Then A Very King! And When She Looks With Love On Me, Forgetting All But This, When Press'D Against My Bosom, She Exchanges Kiss For Kiss, All Through My Marrow Runs A Thrill, Runs E'En My Foot Along! I Feel So Well, I Feel So Ill, I Feel So Weak, So Strong! Would That Such Moments Ne'er Would End! The Day Ne'er Long I Find; Could I The Night Too With Her Spend, E'En That I Should Not Mind. If She Were In Mine Arms But Held, To Quench Love'S Thirst I'd Try; And Could My Torments Not Be Quell'D, Upon Her Breast Would Die.