And wilt thou, love, my soul display, br And all my secret thoughts betray? br I strove but could not hold thee fast, br My heart flies off with thee at last. br br br The favorite daughter of the dawn, br On love's mild breeze will soon be gone: br I strove but could not cease to love, br Nor from my heart the weight remove. br br br And wilt thou, love, my soul beguile, br And gull thy fav'rite with a smile? br Nay, soft affection answers, nay, br And beauty wings my heart away. br br br I steal on tiptoe from these bowers, br All spangled with a thousand flowers; br I sigh, yet leave them all behind, br To gain the object of my mind.