Christel
My senses ofttimes are oppress’d,
Oft stagnant[23]is my blood；
But when by Christel’s sight I’m blest,
I feel my strength renew’d.
I see her here,I see her there,
And really cannot tell
The manner how,the when,the where,
The why I love her well.
If with the merest[24]glance I view
Her black and roguish eyes,
And gaze on her black eyebrows too,
My spirit upward flies.
Has any one a mouth so sweet,
Such love-round cheeks as she?
Ah,when the eye her beauties meet,
It ne’er content can be.
And when in airy German dance
I clasp her form divine[25]，
So quick we whirl,so quick advance,
What rapture then like mine!
And when she’s giddy[26]，and feels warm，
I cradle her,poor thing,
Upon my breast,and in mine arm,—
I’m then a very king!
And when she looks with love on me,
Forgetting all but this,
When press’d against my bosom,she
Exchanges kiss for kiss,
All through my marrow[27]runs a thrill，
Runs e’en my foot along!
I feel so well,I feel so ill,
I feel so weak,so strong!
Would that such moments ne’er would end!
The day ne’er long I find;
Could I the night too with her spend,
E’en that I should not mind.
If she were in mine arms but held,
To quench love’s thirst I’d try;
And could my torments not be quell’d,
Upon her breast would die.
1776.