“ IN Celia's arms while bless'd I lay, My soul in bliss dissolved away: 'Tell me,' the charmer cried, 'how well 'You love your Celia; Strephon, tell.' Kissing her glowing, burning cheek, 'I'll tell,' I cried — but could not speak. ”
“ IN Celia's arms while bless'd I lay, My soul in bliss dissolved away: 'Tell me,' the charmer cried, 'how well 'You love your Celia; Strephon, tell.' Kissing her glowing, burning cheek, 'I'll tell,' I cried — but could not speak. ”
