I.

So calm and so serene but now,
What means this change on Mira's brow?
Her aguish love now glows and burns,
Then chills and shakes, and the cold fit returns.

II.

Mock'd with deluding looks and smiles,
When on her pity I depend,
My airy hope she soon beguiles,
And laughs to see my torments never end.

III.

So up the steepy hill with pain
The weighty stone is roll'd in vain,
Which, having touch'd the top, recoils,
And leaves the lab'rer to renew his toils.