When Like An Eaglet I First Found My Love, For That The Virtue I Thereof Would Know, Upon The Nest I Set It Forth To Prove If It Were Of That Kingly Kind Or No; But It No Sooner Saw My Sun Appear, But On Her Rays With Open Eyes It Stood, To Show That I Had Hatched It For The Air, And Rightly Came From That Brave Mounting Brood; And When The Plumes Were Summed With Sweet Desire, To Prove The Pinions It Ascends The Skies; Do What I Could, It Needsly Would Aspire To My Soul'S Sun, Those Two Celestial Eyes. Thus From My Breast, Where It Was Bred Alone, It After Thee Is Like An Eaglet Flown.