When thy beauty appears 
In its graces and airs 
All bright as an angel new dropp'd from the sky, 
At distance I gaze and am awed by my fears: 
So strangely you dazzle my eye! 

But when without art 
Your kind thoughts you impart, 
When your love runs in blushes through every vein; 
When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart, 
Then I know you're a woman again. 

There 's a passion and pride 
In our sex (she replied), 
And thus, might I gratify both, I would do: 
Still an angel appear to each lover beside, 
But still be a woman to you.