Think on that look whose melting ray

  For one sweet moment mixt with mine,

And for that moment seemed to say,

  "I dare not, or I would be thine!"

Think on thy every smile and glance,

  On all thou hast to charm and move;

And then forgive my bosom's trance,

  Nor tell me it is sin to love.

Oh, not to love thee were the sin;

  For sure, if Fate's decrees be done,

Thou, thou art destined still to win,

  As I am destined to be won!