TO
LORENZO
.
Go
,
distant
shores
and
brighter
conquests
seek
,
But
my
affection
will
your
scorn
survive
!
For
not
from
radiant
eyes
or
crimson
cheek
My
fondness
I
,
or
you
your
power
derive
;
—
Nor
sprung
the
passion
from
your
fancied
love
;
To
me
,
your
smiles
no
dear
delusion
caused
;
I
saw
you
tower
my
humble
hopes
above
,
And
,
ere
I
loved
,
I
shuddered
,
trembled
,
paused
.
But
I
was
formed
to
prize
superior
worth
,
And
felt
't
was
virtue
you
,
with
love
,
to
see
;
I
hoped
a
choice
so
glorious
might
call
forth
Merit
like
yours
,
Lorenzo
,
e'en
in
me
.
—
Then
go
,
assured
that
mine's
no
transient
flame
,
For
on
your
worth
it
feeds
,
and
lives
upon
your
fame
.