From The Spanish Of Placido

Enough of love! Let break its every hold!

      Ended my youthful folly! for I know

      That, like the dazzling, glister-shedding snow,

    Celia, thou art beautiful, but cold.

    I do not find in thee that warmth which glows,

      Which, all these dreary days, my heart has sought,

      That warmth without which love is lifeless, naught

    More than a painted fruit, a waxen rose.

    Such love as thine, scarce can it bear love's name,

      Deaf to the pleading notes of his sweet lyre,

    A frank, impulsive heart I wish to claim,

      A heart that blindly follows its desire.

    I wish to embrace a woman full of flame,

      I want to kiss a woman made of fire.