SONG
.
Written
in
the
Year
1732.
By
the
Same
.
I.
WHEN
DELIA
on
the
plain
appears
,
Aw'd
by
a
thousand
tender
fears
,
I
would
approach
,
but
dare
not
move
;
—
Tell
me
,
my
Heart
,
if
this
be
Love
.
II
.
Whene'er
she
speaks
,
my
ravish'd
ear
No
other
voice
but
her's
can
hear
,
No
other
wit
but
her's
approve
;
—
Tell
me
,
my
Heart
,
if
this
be
Love
.
III
.
If
she
some
other
youth
commend
,
Though
I
was
once
his
fondest
friend
,
His
instant
enemy
I
prove
;
—
Tell
me
,
my
Heart
,
if
this
be
Love
.
IV
.
When
she
is
absent
,
I
no
more
Delight
in
all
that
pleas'd
before
,
The
clearest
spring
,
or
shadiest
grove
;
—
Tell
me
,
my
Heart
,
if
this
be
Love
.
V.
When
fond
of
pow'r
,
of
beauty
vain
,
Her
nets
she
spreads
for
ev'ry
swain
,
I
strove
to
hate
,
but
vainly
strove
;
—
Tell
me
,
my
Heart
,
if
this
be
Love
.