Why art thou chang’d? O Phaon! tell me why?
Or, I would paint the raptures of that day,When, in sweet converse, mingling sigh with sigh,I mark’d the graceful languor of thine eyeAs on a shady bank entranc’d we lay:O! Eyes! whose beamy radiance stole awayAs stars fade trembling from the burning sky!Why art thou chang’d? dear source of all my woes!Though dark my bosom’s…