ELEGY XI.
[To thee, my Rival, by her smiles betray'd]
SELIM ADDRESSES HIS SUPPOSED RIVAL.
To thee, my Rival, by her smiles betray'd,
I urge no counsel, all advice is lost!
Thy heart hath felt the fascinating maid:
On Love's wild surge I see thy reason tost.
Who meets her magic eye without desire,
Or hears unmov'd her love-commanding tongue?
Keen as the light'ning's momentary fire,
Sweet as the moon-light warbler's melting song!
The nymph might rule me with an iron sway,
In vain would Memory my wrongs enroll:
One sigh from her would waft my rage away,
One tear of penitence dissolve my soul.
