WHEN thy beauty appears     In its graces and airs All bright as an angel new dropp'd from the sky, At distance I gaze and am awed by my fears:     So strangely you dazzle my eye!

    But when without art     Your kind thoughts you impart, When your love runs in blushes through every vein; When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart,     Then I know you're a woman again.

    There 's a passion and pride     In our sex (she replied), And thus, might I gratify both, I would do: Still an angel appear to each lover beside,     But still be a woman to you.