Love in fantastic triumph sat,
Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd,
For whom fresh pains he did create,
And strange tyrannic power he shew'd;
From thy bright eyes he took his fire,
Which round about in sport he hurl'd;
But 'twas from mine he took desire
Enough to undo the amorous world.
From me he took his sighs and tears,
From thee his pride and cruelty;
From me his languishments and fears,
And every killing dart from thee;
Thus thou and I the God have arm'd,
And set him up a Deity;
But my poor heart alone is harm'd,
Whilst thine the victor is, and free.
Song : 'love Armed'
Aphra Behn
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Poem topics: alone, fire, god, heart, poor, power, pride, world, fresh, desire, bright, triumph, create, strange, thine, sport, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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