How I did hold in deep contempt
The slaves and queens of love !
How I disguised iny feelings when
I met a deer or a dove !
How I did smile and snifif and rail
At lovers young and old ;
How I denied, in days gone by,
O love, thy charms untold !
But now, alas ! I find myself
In chains at Beauty's shrine :
The chains whose power I have denied
Are sapping, sapping mine.