Restless in thought, disturbed in mind,
Short sleeps, deep sighs, ah! much I fear
The inevitable time assigned by fate
To love's approaching near. 

When the dear object present is,
My fluttering soul is all on fire, 
His sight's a heaven of happiness
And, if he stays, no, no, I can't retire. 

Tell me, someone in love well read,
If these be symptoms of that pain;
Alas, I fear my heart is fled, 
Enslaved to love, and love in vain.