To Constantia: Stanzas 1 and 2

As restored by Mr. C. D. Locock. Cease, cease--for such wild lessons madmen learn Thus to be lost, and thus to sink and die Perchance were death indeed! --Constantia turn In thy dark eyes a power like light doth lie Even though the sounds its voice that were Between lips are laid to sleep: Within thy breath, and on thy hair Like odour, it is yet And from thy touch like fire doth leap-- Even while I write, my burning cheeks are wet-- Alas, that the torn heart can bleed but not forget.…