Spirit Of Love, Whose Locks Unrolled, Stream On The Breeze Like Floating Gold; Come, Within A Fragrant Cloud Blushing With Light, Thy Votary Shroud; And, On Those Wings That Sparkling Play, Waft, Oh, Waft Me Hence Away! Love! My Soul Is Full Of Thee, Alive To All Thy Luxury. But She, The Nymph For Whom I Glow The Lovely Lesbian Mocks My Woe; Smiles At The Chill And Hoary Hues That Time Upon My Forehead Strews. Alas! I Fear She Keeps Her Charms, In Store For Younger, Happier Arms!