The Two-fold Suprise

SHE snapt her fingers, on her heel,
Her sweet boot-heel, she turned and left me;
What did I feel?-What could I feel,
At what of paradise had reft me?

I swooning lay; my soul away
To hell had fled, by madness driven-
Where-where!-she met again the pet,
Who'd come to coax her back to-heaven!