YOU gods! to fold the charmer in my arms, And press her panting bosom close to mine! Whilst with tumultuous ardour turning round, With equal warmth my rapture she returns, Owns all the bliss, and gives me sigh for sigh! To drink large draughts of pleasure from her lips, And in her eyes behold immortal day, Is ecstasy so great! delight so vast! That was it lasting, could but nature bear The rage of such unsufferable joy, Thus blest, I scarce one thought should cast away On heav'n's eternal happiness, or you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN IN THE BEGINNING OF MEZERAY'S HISTORY OF FRANCE by MATTHEW PRIOR THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON YARROW VISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH IN THE HOSPITAL by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON PERVERSITY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG LOVE'S WISDOM by ALFRED AUSTIN SONNET: 20 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |