Amatory Lines

With beauty, with pleasure surrounded, to languish -
To weep without knowing the cause of my anguish:
To start from short slumbers, and wish for the morning -
To slose my dull eyes when I see it returning;
Sighs sudden and frequent, looks dejected -
Words that steal from my tongue, by no meaning connected!
Ah, say, fellow-swains, how these symptoms befell me?
They smile, but reply not - Sure Delia will tell me!

Thomas Gray