Yes, I Could Love, Could Softly Yield To Passion All My Willing Breast, And Fondly Listen To The Voice That Oft Invites Me To Be Blest; That Still, When Fancy, Lost In Bliss, Stands Gazing On The Form Divine, So Sweetly Whispers To My Soul, O Make The Heavenly Julia Thine! But Hush, Thou Fascinating Voice! Hence Visionary Extacy! Yes, I Could Love, But Ah! I Fear She Would Not Deign To Smile On Me.