Ah me

Why sighs my semele

What gentle sorrow

Swells thy soft bosom

Why tremble those fair eyes

With interrupted light

Where hov'ring for a vent

Amidst their humid fires

Some new- form'd wish appears

Speak and obtain

At my own happiness

I sigh and tremble

Still I am mortal

Still a woman

And ever when you leave me

Tho' compass'd round with deities

Of loves and graces

A fear invades me

And conscious of a nature

Far inferior

I seek for solitude

And shun society

Too well I read her meaning

But must not understand her

Aiming at immortality

With dangerous ambition