Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.
Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.