1 WHILST @3Alexis@1 lay prest In her Arms he lov'd best, With his hands round her neck, And his head on her breast, He found the fierce pleasure too hasty to stay, And his soul in the tempest just flying away. 2 When @3Coelia@1 saw this, With a sigh, and a kiss, She cry'd, Oh my dear, I am robb'd of my bliss; 'Tis unkind to your Love, and unfaithfully done, To leave me behind you, and die all alone. 3 The Youth, though in haste, And breathing his last, In pity dy'd slowly, while she dy'd more fast; Till at length she cry'd, Now, my dear, now let us go, Now die, my @3Alexis@1, and I will die too. 4 Thus intranc'd they did lie, Till @3Alexis@1 did try To recover new Breath, that again he might die: Then often they di'd; but the more they did so, The Nymph dy'd more quick, and the Shepherd more slow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STOLEN CHILD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LINES WRITTEN ... ONE WHO HAD WATCHED .. AMERICAN & FRENCH REVOLUTIONS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A CHRISTMAS SONG by WILLIAM COX BENNETT PRODIGAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |