WHILE I was dear to thee;
While yet, with all my faults,
You loved with none but me
To tread the maze of redowa or waltz, -
I lived content, and happier far
Then e'en victorious Russian czar.
SHE.While with no other girl you talked
At balls by night, at kettledrums by day,
With me alone on Sundays walked,
And daily sent the ravishing bouquet,
I envied not the leading belle
Whose list new conquests daily swell!
HE.That belle, whose eyes are bright as day,