love is .........

what bodes love's cheerful glee?
if in passion's parlour lay,
deftly from lover's eyes obscured
the dismal residue of reverie's decay

why so serene love's panting spell
that lights the eyes of mortal beings?
till heavenly sweet their blessed dream,
unchallenged through the darkness beams,
and on their cheeks the rosy blaze
of blooming peace sublimely mirrors
the purer zeal thy raptured hearts arrest

love is but a contamination of the soul
while o'er the placid look unmoved,
the grin that tells the naked truth:
thou art but nature's forlorn child!