J.W. Ludwig Gleim: "Cynthia Bathing"

From her fair limbs
The last thin veil she drew,
And naked stood in all her charms confess'd,
The wanton gales
Her ringlets backward blew,

To sport themselves more freely on her breast:
From each warm
Beauty of the uncovered maid,
Before scarce guessed at, or but seen in part,
From all, for all, was to my eyes displayed,
Delicious poison trickled to my heart:

Since thus I gazed
(was mine to gaze the blame?)
Nor bless my soul hath tasted, nor repose;
The subtle venom glides through all my frame,
And in my brain a fiery deluge glows:

Thou, who my pangs wouldst shun,
With wiser care the spot,
Where Cynthia bathes at noon, beware.