The Enchantment

By Thomas Otway


I DID but look and love awhile,
         'Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
         And now I have no power.

To sigh and wish is all my ease;
         Sighs which do heat impart
Enough to melt the coldest ice,
         Yet cannot warm your heart.

O would your pity give my heart
         One corner of your breast,
'Twould learn of yours the winning art,
         And quickly steal the rest.

DayPoems Poem No. 411
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