I would unto my fair restore

A simple thing:

The flushing cheek she had before!

Out-velveting

No more, no more,

By Severn shore,

The carmine grape, the moth’s auroral wing.

Ah, say how winds in flooded grass

Unmoor the rose;

Or guileful ways the salmon pass

To sea, disclose;

For so, alas,

With Love, alas,

With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.