Song
I
'Midst
beauty
and
pleasure's
gay
triumphs
,
to
languish
And
droop
without
knowing
the
source
of
my
anguish
;
To
start
from
short
slumbers
and
look
for
the
morning
—
Yet
close
my
dull
eyes
when
I
see
it
returning
;
Sighs
sudden
and
frequent
,
looks
ever
dejected
,
Sounds
that
steal
from
my
tongue
,
by
no
meaning
connected
!
Ah
say
,
fellow-swains
,
how
these
symptoms
befell
me
?
They
smile
,
but
reply
not
.
Sure
Delia
will
tell
me
!