While from our looks, fair nymph, you guess
The secret passions of our mind;
My heavy eyes, you say, confess
A heart to love and grief inclined.
There needs, alas! but little art
To have this fatal secret found;
With the same ease you threw the dart,
'Tis certain you can show the wound.
How can I see you, and not love,
While you as opening cast are fair?
While cold as northern blasts you prove,
How can I love, and not despair?
The wretch in double fetters bound
Your potent mercy may release;
Soon, if my love but once were crown'd,
Fair prophetess, my grief would cease.
An Ode : While From Our Looks, Fair Nymph, You Guess
Matthew Prior
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Poem topics: despair, heart, mercy, crown, mind, cold, prove, heavy, guess, bound, release, I love you, grief, secret, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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