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THE DISAPPOINTMENT
THE DISAPPOINTMENT
[c. 1697]
[By Mrs. Behn, Poems, 2nd ed., p. 70].
One day the Amorous Lysander,
By an impatient Passion sway’d,
Surpris’d fair Cloris, that lov’d Maid,
Who could defend herself no longer.
All things did with his Love conspire;
The gilded Planet of the Day,
In his gay Chariot drawn by Fire,
Was now descending to the Sea,
And left no Light to guide the World,
But what from Cloris Brighter Eyes was hurld.
By an impatient Passion sway’d,
Surpris’d fair Cloris, that lov’d Maid,
Who could defend herself no longer.
All things did with his Love conspire;
The gilded Planet of the Day,
In his gay Chariot drawn by Fire,
Was now descending to the Sea,
And left no Light to guide the World,
But what from Cloris Brighter Eyes was hurld.
In a lone Thicket made for Love,
Silent as yielding Maids Consent,
She with a Charming Languishment,
Permits his Force, yet gently strove;
Her Hands his Bosom softly meet,
But not to put him back design’d,
Rather to draw ’em on inclin’d:
Whilst he lay trembling at her Feet,
Resistance ’tis in vain to show;
She wants the pow’ to say—Ah! what d’ye do?
Silent as yielding Maids Consent,
She with a Charming Languishment,
Permits his Force, yet gently strove;
Her Hands his Bosom softly meet,
But not to put him back design’d,
Rather to draw ’em on inclin’d:
Whilst he lay trembling at her Feet,
Resistance ’tis in vain to show;
She wants the pow’ to say—Ah! what d’ye do?
