written by a poet outrageously in love.

Incomparable Harriot, loveliest fair,
That e'er breath'd sweetness on the vital air,
Whose matchless form to us below is giv'n,
As a bright pattern of the rest of heav'n,
Blest with a face, a temper, and a mind
To please, to sooth, and to instruct mankind!
Accept these notes — the warbling song begin,
And with your voice compleat the cherubin;
Swift with your iv'ry fingers wake the keys,
And make e'en — — 's desolation please.
O wou'd some God but listen to my pray'r,
And waft me to thee thro' the fields of air,
Thrown at thy feet a suppliant I'd reveal,
Each wish, each anguish, that my thoughts conceal,
In whisp'ring kisses I'd confess the whole,
And musically murmur out my soul.
May all the pow'rs that on fair virgins wait,
Heap on thee all that's happy, good, and great,
All that of earthly bliss you can conceive,
Your hopes can image, or your faith believe!
But vain are pray'rs, and all my wishes vain,
You are already all that I can feign.
With that sweet mind, to that fair body giv'n,
You must be blest — for all are blest in heav'n.
But you from Time th' improving form receive,
And he, alas! can take as well as give,
But that exalted soul which you enjoy,
Is what nor Time can give — nor can destroy.