Air. br Love in her eyes sits playing, br And sheds delicious death; br Love on her lips is straying, br And warbling in her breath; br Love on her breast sits panting, br And swells with soft desire; br Nor grace nor charm is wanting br To set the heart on fire. br br Air. br O ruddier than the cherry! br O sweeter than the berry! br O Nymph more bright br Than moonshine night, br Like kidlings blithe and merry! br br Ripe as the melting cluster! br No lily has such lustre; br Yet hard to tame br As raging flame, br And fierce as storms that bluster.