摇曳的火光，愈透露出姑娘的神圣。
O fair and stately aid， whose eyes
Were kdledthe upper skies
At the sa torch that lighted e；
For so I t terpret still
Thy sweet doion oer y will，
A sypathy dive.
Ah！Letbless gaze upon
Features that see at heart y own；
Nor fear those watchful sentels，
Who char the ore their gnce forbids
Chaste-glog， uheir lids，
With fire that draws while it repels.