Answer
Though I never got possession,
’Tis a pleasure to adore;
Hope, the wretch’s only blessing,
May in time procure me more.
Constant courtship may obtain her,—
Where both wealth and merit fail,
And the lucky minute gain her,—
Fate and fancy must prevail.
At Diana’s shrine aloud,
By the bow and by the quiver,
Thrice she bow’d, and thrice she vow’d,
Once to love—and that forever.
