English poem
BALLAD. (Forgive me if thus I presuming)
by Anonymous
Forgive me if thus I presuming Come hither your heart to surprise, Smile, smile, and my hopes re-illumine: But my pardon I read in your eyes:
No impostor the passion I own is, And heaven what delight could I be As truly to you an Adonis, As you are a Venus to me.
The gods who so often delighted In borrowed forms, some fair nymph to pursue Might confess they were never excited By an object so charming as you.
No impostor, &c.
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