In Adoration

Blest as the immortal gods is he, The youth whose eyes may look on thee, Whose ears thy tongue's sweet melody May still devour. Thou smilest too!--sweet smile, whose charm Has struck my soul with wild alarm, And, when I see thee, bids disarm Each vital power. Speechless I gaze: the flame within Runs swift o'er all my quivering skin: My eyeballs swim; with dizzy din My brain reels round; And cold drops fall; and tremblings frail Seize every limb; and grassy pale I grow; and then--together fail Both sight and sound.