You gave me, With this joy, that brings me nearer, Nearer to the gods, a companion, Whom I can no longer do without, Though he is impudent, and chilling, Degrades me in my own eyes, and with [3245] A word, a breath, makes your gifts nothing. He fans a wild fire in my heart, Always alive to that lovely form. So I rush from desire to enjoyment, And in enjoyment pine to feel desire. [3250]
