HE IS BEWILDERED AT THE UNEXPECTED ARRIVAL OF LAURA
As Love his arts in haunts familiar tried,
Watchful as one expecting war is found,
Who all foresees and guards the pa**es round,
I in the armour of old thoughts relied:
Turning, I saw a shadow at my side
Cast by the sun, whose outline on the ground
I knew for hers, who—be my judgment sound—
Deserves in bliss immortal to abide.
I whisper'd to my heart, Nay, wherefore fear?
But scarcely did the thought arise within
Than the bright rays in which I burn were here.
As thunders with the lightning-flash begin,
So was I struck at once both blind and mute,
By her dear dazzling eyes and sweet salute.
Macgregor.