T RANSPARENT Zone, whose cincture clear,
Shall compass, all, that I hold dear,
And bid thy rubies, blushing, glow,
With her fair check's reflected hue,
While, under her bosom's living snow,
Pant, the quick veins, meand'ring blue,
O! tell her, how supremely blest,
Would, I embrace, that heaving breast;
With kisses, mark the hallow'd Shrine,
Where Beauty's bloom, and Virtues graces shine.