Yes, I have sung of others' woes, br Until they almost seem'd mine own, br And fancy oft will scenes disclose br Whose being was in thought alone: br br Her magic power I've cherished long, br And yielded to her soothing sway; br Enchanting is her syren song, br And wild and wond'rous is her way. br br But thou—whene'er I think on thee, br Those glittering visions fade away; br My soul awakens, how tenderly! br To pleasures that can ne'er decay.