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.