1. SHE Loves, and she confesses too; There's then at last, no more to do. The happy work's entirely done; Enter the Town which thou hast won; The Fruits of Conquest now begin; Io Triumph! Enter in. 2. What's this, ye Gods, what can it be? Remains there still an Enemie? Bold Honour stands up in the Gate, And would yet Capitulate; Have I o'recome all real foes, And shall this Phantome me oppose? 3. Noisy Nothing! stalking Shade! By what Witchcraft wert thou made? Empty cause of Solid harms! But I shall find out Counter-Charms Thy airy Devi'lship to remove From this Circle here of Love. 4. Sure I shall rid my self of Thee By the Night's obscurity, And obscurer secresie. Unlike to every other spright, Thou attempt'st not men t' affright, Nor appear'st but in the Light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHERMAN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER LONDON'S SUMMER MORNING by MARY DARBY ROBINSON THE TRANSLATED WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MY LOYAL LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS MERCURY; ON LOSING MY POCKET MILTON AT LUSS NEAR BEN LOMOND by ROBERT ANDREWS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 20. AL-'ALIM by EDWIN ARNOLD COMFORT by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT |