Ah, fallen maid! whose innocence so bright,
Hath yielded now, to passion's fiery sway,
Dost thou recall, that pure and blessed light,
That graced thy soul, in youth's unclouded day?
Hath yielded now, to passion's fiery sway,
Dost thou recall, that pure and blessed light,
That graced thy soul, in youth's unclouded day?