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...UP AT A VILLA - DOWN IN THE CITY by ROBERT BROWNING AT SUNSET TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO MY ANTENOR, MARCH 16, 1661/2 by KATHERINE PHILIPS A BED OF FORGET-ME-NOTS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE EAGLE SWIFT by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR SONNET: LOVE'S HEIGHT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |