A Better Woe + 

Of all my desert days + 

Thou art the only one + 

Upon whose sandy face + 

A strip of pleasure’s foliage trembling grows; + 

Of all the winding ways. + 

Which with my rapture shone + 

But one can I retrace, + 

And there the barren breast of beauty glows. + 

Of all the dread desires, + 

That beat within me still, + 

One shakes the sacred fear + 

And hurls me into the arms of her below; + 

But oh, how life suspires⁠— + 

How soon after the thrill + 

Of joy I shudder, I hear + 

My murmuring soul pine for a better woe. + 