One Sunday at St. @3James@1's Prayers, The @3Prince@1 and @3Princess@1 by, I dress'd with all my Whalebone Airs, Sate in the Closet nigh. I bent my Knees, I held my Book, I read the Answers o'er, But was perverted by a Look, That pierc'd me from the Door. High thoughts of Heaven I came to use, And blest Devotion there, Which gay young @3Strephon@1 made me loose, And other Raptures share. He watch'd to lead me to my Chair, And bow'd with courtly grace, But whisper'd Love into my Ear, Too warm for that grave place. Love, Love, cry'd he, by all Ador'd, My fervent Heart has won; But I grown peevish at that Word, Desir'd he would be gone: He went, whilst I, that lookt his way, A kinder Answer meant, And did for all my Sins that day, Not half so much repent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL JOHN BROWN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON REALITY REQUIRES by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA THE BEACON; A MUSICAL DRAMA by JOANNA BAILLIE A SONNET. ON THE PICTURE OF CAVALIER GUARINI PAINTED BY BORGIANNI by PHILIP AYRES |