Air.
Love in her eyes sits playing,
And sheds delicious death;
Love on her lips is straying,
And warbling in her breath;
Love on her breast sits panting,
And swells with soft desire;
Nor grace nor charm is wanting
To set the heart on fire.
Air.
O ruddier than the cherry!
O sweeter than the berry!
O Nymph more bright
Than moonshine night,
Like kidlings blithe and merry!
Ripe as the melting cluster!
No lily has such lustre;
Yet hard to tame
As raging flame,
And fierce as storms that bluster.
Acis And Galatea
John Gay
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Poem topics: breath, death, fire, heart, night, desire, delicious, bright, hard, flame, charm, merry, soft, fierce, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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