In Quel Bel Viso, Ch' I' Sospiro E Bramo. On Laura Putting Her Hand Before Her Eyes While He Was Gazing On Her. On The Fair Face For Which I Long And Sigh Mine Eyes Were Fasten'D With Desire Intense. When, To My Fond Thoughts, Love, In Best Reply, Her Honour'D Hand Uplifting, Shut Me Thence. My Heart There Caught--As Fish A Fair Hook By, Or As A Young Bird On A Lim'D Fence-- For Good Deeds Follow From Example High, To Truth Directed Not Its Busied Sense. But Of Its One Desire My Vision Reft, As Dreamingly, Soon Oped Itself A Way, Which Closed, Its Bliss Imperfect Had Been Left: My Soul Between Those Rival Glories Lay, Fill'D With A Heavenly And New Delight, Whose Strange Surpassing Sweets Engross'D It Quite. Macgregor.