LINESWRITTEN ON DELIA, LISTENING TO HER CANARY-BIRD.When thoughtless Delia unconcern’d surveysHer plumy captive, as he leans to sing,Lo! while she smiles, the fascination staysThe little heaven of its airy wing.Ah! so she tastes the sorrows I impart,Smiles at the sound, but never feels my pain;And many a glance deludes my captive heartTo sigh in numbers, tho’ I sigh in vain!
When thoughtless Delia unconcern’d surveysHer plumy captive, as he leans to sing,Lo! while she smiles, the fascination staysThe little heaven of its airy wing.Ah! so she tastes the sorrows I impart,Smiles at the sound, but never feels my pain;And many a glance deludes my captive heartTo sigh in numbers, tho’ I sigh in vain!