After the pangs of a desperate lover, br When day and night I have sighed all in vain, br Ah, what a pleasure it is to discover br In her eyes pity, who causes my pain! br br When with unkindness our love at a stand is, br And both have punished ourselves with the pain, br Ah, what a pleasure the touch of her hand is! br Ah, what a pleasure to touch it again! br br When the denial comes fainter and fainter, br And her eyes give what her tongue does deny, br Ah, what a trembling I feel when I venture! br Ah, what a trembling does usher my joy! br br When, with a sigh, she accords me the blessing, br And her eyes twinkle 'twixt pleasure and pain, br Ah, what a joy 'tis beyond all expressing! br Ah, what a joy to hear 'Shall we again!'br br John Drydenbr br