So sweet is thy discourse to me

So sweet is thy discourse to me,
And so delightful is thy sight,
As I taste nothing right but thee.
O why invented Nature light?
Was it alone for beauty's sake,
That her graced words might better take?

No more can I old joys recall:
They now to me become unknown,
Not seeming to have been at all.
Alas! how soon is this love grown
To such a spreading height in me
As with it all must shadowed be!