The spell

Oh! say what strange resistless feeling

Impels my heart to thee?

O'er all my charmed senses stealing

Nor leaves me pow'r to flee.

Why throbs my heart with wild emotion

When thy lov'd form I see?

Why heaves my breast like summer ocean

When e'en I think of thee?

Wheree'er I go thine Image taking

In vain from thee I fly,

Thou haunt'st my dreams thou haunt'st my waking

I feel thee ever nigh.

In busy crowds in wand'rings lonely

Still, still thy form I see,

And I shall cease to love thee, only

When I shall cease to be.