Aw'd by the virtue sacred on her brow,
Unusual feelings through his bosom glow;
He saw her shoot before him as a star
Which, meteor-like, darts through the hemisphere;
Her magic limbs he view'd, while on the wind
Her long luxuriant tresses stream'd behind:
Ardent he gaz'd, lost in romantic bliss,
And doom'd with strong resolve IANTHE his.