1. WheNe'er I View Those Lips Of Thine, Their Hue Invites My Fervent Kiss; Yet, I Forego That Bliss Divine, Alas! It Were - Unhallow'D Bliss. 2. WheNe'er I Dream Of That Pure Breast, How Could I Dwell Upon Its Snows! Yet, Is The Daring Wish Represt, For That, - Would Banish Its Repose. 3. A Glance From Thy Soul-Searching Eye Can Raise With Hope, Depress With Fear; Yet, I Conceal My Love, - And Why? I Would Not Force A Painful Tear. 4. I Ne'er Have Told My Love, Yet Thou Hast Seen My Ardent Flame Too Well; And Shall I Plead My Passion Now, To Make Thy Bosom'S Heaven A Hell? 5. No! For Thou Never Canst Be Mine, United By The Priest'S Decree: By Any Ties But Those Divine, Mine, My Belov'D, Thou Ne'er Shalt Be. 6. Then Let The Secret Fire Consume, Let It Consume, Thou Shalt Not Know: With Joy I Court A Certain Doom, Rather Than Spread Its Guilty Glow. 7. I Will Not Ease My Tortur'D Heart, By Driving Dove-Ey'D Peace From Thine; Rather Than Such A Sting Impart, Each Thought Presumptuous I Resign. 8. Yes! Yield Those Lips, For Which I'd Brave More Than I Here Shall Dare To Tell; Thy Innocence And Mine To Save, - I Bid Thee Now A Last Farewell. 9. Yes! Yield That Breast, To Seek Despair And Hope No More Thy Soft Embrace; Which To Obtain, My Soul Would Dare, All, All Reproach, But Thy Disgrace. 10. At Least From Guilt Shall Thou Be Free, No Matron Shall Thy Shame Reprove; Though Cureless Pangs May Prey On Me, No Martyr Shall Thou Be To Love.