Song

By Aphra Behn

1640-1689


LOVE in fantastic triumph sate
         Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd,
For whom fresh pains he did create
         And strange tyrannic power he show'd:
From thy bright eyes he took his fires,
         Which round about in sport he hurl'd;
But 'twas from mine he took desires
         Enough t' undo the amorous world.

From me he took his sighs and tears,
         From thee his pride and cruelty;
From me his languishments and fears,
         And every killing dart from thee.
Thus thou and I the god have arm'd
         And set him up a deity;
But my poor heart alone is harm'd,
         Whilst thine the victor is, and free!

DayPoems Poem No. 403
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