Goldfinch (1)/Fair Eliza

Fair Eliza.

Turn again thou fair Eliza,
⁠Ae kind blink before we part:
Look on thy despairing lover;
⁠Canst thou break his faithful heart?
Turn again thou fair Eliza;
⁠If to love thy heart denies,
Far pity, hide the cruel sentence
⁠Under friendship's kind disguise.

Thee, dear maid, ⟨have⟩ I offended?
⁠The offence is loving thee:
Canst thou wreck his peace for ever
⁠Wha for thine would gladly die?
While the life beats in my bosom.
⁠Thou shalt mix in ilka throb:
Turn again, thou lovely maiden,
⁠Ae sweet smile on me bestow.

Not the bee upon the blossom,
⁠In the pride o’ sunny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,
⁠All beneath the summer moon;
Not the poet, in the moment
⁠Fancy lightens on his ee,
Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
⁠That thy presence gi'es to me.

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