Love in thine eyes for ever plays,
He in thy snowy bosom strays,
He makes thy rosy lips his care,
And walks the mazes of thy hair,
Love dwells in ev'ry outward part. 

But ah! he never touch'd thy heart, 
How different is my fate from thine!
No outward marks of love are mine;
My brow is clouded by despair and grief,
Love's bitter foe is there;
But deep within my glowing soul He reigns,
and rules without control.