Cælia, by those smiling graces
   Which my panting bosom warm;
By the heaven of thy embraces,
   By thy wond'rous power to charm;
By those soft bewitching glances,
   Which my inmost bosom move;
By those lips, whose kiss entrances,
   Thee, and thee alone I love.

By thy God-like art of loving, 
   Cælia, with a blush, replies;
By thy heavenly power of moving 
   All my soul to sympathize;
By thy eager fond caresses,
   By those arms around me thrown;
By that look, which truth expresses,
   My fond heart is all thy own. 

Thus, with glowing inclination,
   They indulge the tender bliss;
And to bind the lasting passion,
   Seal it with a mutual kiss;
Close, in fond embraces, lying,
   They together seem to grow;
Such supreme delight enjoying,
   As true lovers only know.