Lucietta. a Fragment

LUCIETTA, my deary,

That fairest of faces!

Is made up of kisses;

But, in love, oft the case is

Even stranger than this is--

There's another, that's slyer,

Who touches me nigher,--

A Witch, an intriguer,

Whose manner and figure

Now piques me, excites me,

Torments and delights me--

_Cætera desunt_.