Note I — DIARY OF AN ENNUYÉE.[A] (continued 2)
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TRANSLATION, EXTEMPORE.
Love, by my fair one's side is ever seen, He hovers round her steps, where'er she strays, Breathes in her voice, and in her silence speaks, Around her lives, and lends her all his arms.
Love is in every glance—Love taught her song; And if she weep, or scorn contract her brow, Still Love departs not from her, but is seen Even in her lovely anger and her tears.
When, in the mazy dance she glides along Still Love is near to poize each graceful step: So breathes the zephyr o'er the yielding flower.
Love in her brow is throned, plays in her hair, Darts from her eye and glows upon her lip. But, oh! he never yet approached her heart.