English poem
Verses to a YOUNG LADY
by Anonymous
While others rest in balmy sleep, And banish ev'ry care; Into my mind thy beauties creep, My sweet angelic fair.
Then straight they drive each languid joy, There wound each quiet thought; My heart's the seat of beauty's boy, With all his armour fraught.
Believe me, Betsy, lovely fair, Believe thy captive swain; Thy charms alone engross my care, Alone can give me pain.
When round my neck with winning grace, Thy snowy arms are thrown; By Heav'n the dear, the kind embrace, Bears all my reason down.
Gods! when from thy vermilion lips, Where all the graces meet; Reclin'd upon thy breast I sip Ambrosial Heav'nly sweets.
What fancy can conceive the bliss, What lauguage can express; Th' extatic joy, the rapt'rous bliss, The glowing warm caress.
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