How do you know but ev'ry Bird that cuts the air way, is an immense World of Delight, close'd by your senses five?

The Argument

I loved Theotormon,
And I was not ashamed;
I trembled in my virgin fears
And I hid in Leutha's vale !

I plucked Leutha's flower,
and I rose up from the vale;
But the terrible thunders tore
my virgin mantle in twain.