Blest as the immortal gods is he, br The youth whose eyes may look on thee, br Whose ears thy tongue's sweet melody br May still devour. br br Thou smilest too!--sweet smile, whose charm br Has struck my soul with wild alarm, br And, when I see thee, bids disarm br Each vital power. br br Speechless I gaze: the flame within br Runs swift o'er all my quivering skin: br My eyeballs swim; with dizzy din br My brain reels round; br br And cold drops fall; and tremblings frail br Seize every limb; and grassy pale br I grow; and then--together fail br Both sight and sound.