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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN ODE (4), by MATTHEW PRIOR Poet's Biography
First Line: While from our looks, fair nymph, you guess
Last Line: Fair prophetess, my grief would cease.
Subject(s): Love; Mercy; Nymphs; Prophecy & Prophets; Secrets
First Line: While from our looks, fair nymph, you guess
Last Line: Fair prophetess, my grief would cease.
Subject(s): Love; Mercy; Nymphs; Prophecy & Prophets; Secrets
WHILE from our looks, fair nymph, you guess
The secret passions of our mind,
My heavy eyes, you say, confess
A heart to love and grief inclined.
There needs, alas! but little art,
To have this fatal secret found;
With the same ease you threw the dart,
'Tis certain you may show the wound.
How can I see you, and not love,
While you as opening east are fair?
While cold as northern blasts you prove,
How can I love, and not despair!
The wretch in double fetters bound
Your potent mercy may release;
Soon, if my love but once were crowned,
Fair prophetess, my grief would cease.
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