Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame,
When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name;
My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,
Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind.

Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry day,
Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day.
Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung;
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.

From lips like those what precept fail'd to move?
Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love.
Dim and remote the joys of saints I see;
Nor envy them, that heav'n I lose for thee.