AFTER the pangs of a desperate Lover, When day and night I have sigh'd all in vain, Ah what a Pleasure it is to discover In her eyes pity, who causes my pain! When with unkindness our Love at a stand is, And both have punish'd our selves with the pain, Ah what a pleasure the touch of her hand is, Ah what a pleasure to press it again! When the denial comes fainter and fainter, And her Eyes give what her tongue does deny, Ah what a trembling I feel when I venture, Ah what a Trembling does usher my joy! When, with a Sigh, she accords me the blessing, And her Eyes twinkle 'twixt pleasure and pain; Ah what a joy 'tis, beyond all Expressing, Ah what a joy to hear, shall we again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) SOULS LAKE by ROBERT STUART FITZGERALD THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR AT MAGNOLIA CEMETERY by HENRY TIMROD PHILOCTETES: PHILOCTETES CALLS FOR DEATH by AESCHYLUS AN UPPER CHAMBER by FRANCES BANNERMAN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 21. THE WORLD'S MARRIAGE MORN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |