Though I never got possession, 
'Tis a pleasure to adore; 
Hope, the wretch's only blessing, 
May in time procure me more. 
Constant courtship may obtain her, -- 
Where both wealth and merit fail, 
And the lucky minute gain her, -- 
Fate and fancy must prevail. 
At Diana's shrine aloud, 
By the bow and by the quiver, 
Thrice she bow'd, and thrice she vow'd, 
Once to love -- and that forever.