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
