1. From every fading breast that yearns for love
Towards the foe it sends its sighs thereof

2. From one whose hue is like a fading spark
A stalwart youth darts arrows at each mark

3. As though the morn had clothed him with her light
His shirt with rays of glory is bedight

4. Or dark as night when wines to sparkle brought
Amid the sons of Ham he would be sought

5. Or fair though languid as a dim starved fawn
Gazelles would envy him that delicate form

6. Pure crystal seems his skin, chrysolite his toe
His blushing cheeks would make carnelians glow

7. Or blond as lightning in his face and pace
Well sought the youth whom fortune deigns to grace