When smiling fate propitious to my prayer
Leads me with trembling joy to Laura's feet,
That soothing voice relieves my dark despair,
Which Love himself inspires with accents sweet.
Eager I catch each rapture-breathing sound,5
And gaze with transport on her smile benign,
The loves which in each rosy blush are found,
The sprinkled gold with which her tresses shine.
Ah! where is now the calm that once I felt,
No longer peace within this heart shall reign,10
In soft confusion at her sight I melt,
And feel what language never can explain.
Absent, her voice still vibrates in my ear,
Her image still my soul unkindled fires,
No other sound but this I seem to hear,15
No other form attraction e'er inspires.
But Ah! the passion which my bosom knows
My silent tongue must never dare express.
The still-consuming flame which inly glows
In secret ravished I must ne'er confess.20