STAY, shade of my shy treasure!
STAY, shade of my shy treasure! Oh, remain, 1.
Thou image of the charmer I love best
Fair dream, for which I die with joyful breast. 3.
Illusion sweet, for which I live in pain!
Thy winning graces all my heart enchain; 5.
It follows as the steel the magnet’s test;
But wherefore gain my love and make me blest 7.
If thou must mock me, fading soon again?
Yet canst thou never boast, with fullest pride, 9.
Triumphant o’er me is thy tyranny;
For though thou from the Glose embrace dost glide 11.
That held thy visionary form to me,
No matter! In my arms thou wilt not bide,
But fancy builds a prison still for thee!
trans. Alice Stone Blackwell