Fair The Face Of Orient Day, Fair The Tints Of Op'Ning Rose, But Fairer Still My Delia Dawns, More Lovely Far Her Beauty Blows. Sweet The Lark'S Wild-Warbled Lay, Sweet The Tinkling Rill To Hear; But, Delia, More Delightful Still Steal Thine Accents On Mine Ear. The Flow'R-Enamoured Busy Bee The Rosy Banquet Loves To Sip; Sweet The Streamlet'S Limpid Lapse To The Sun-Brown'D Arab'S Lip; But, Delia, On Thy Balmy Lips Let Me, No Vagrant Insect, Rove! O, Let Me Steal One Liquid Kiss! For, Oh! My Soul Is Parch'D With Love.