The Enchantment

I did but look and love awhile,
’Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
And now I have no power.

To sigh and wish is all my ease;
Sighs which do heat impart
Enough to melt the coldest ice,
Yet cannot warm your heart.

O would your pity give my heart
One corner of your breast,
’Twould learn of yours the winning art,
And quickly steal the rest.