COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ���111 ���Oh! might I live to see an Art arise, As this to Thoughts, indulgent to the Eyes ; That the dark Pow'rs of distance cou'd subdue, And make me See, as well as Talk to You; That tedious Miles, nor Tracts of Air might prove Bars to my Sight, and shadows to my Love! Yet were it granted, such unbounded Things Are wand' ring Wishes, born on Phancy's Wings, They'd stretch themselves beyond this happy Case, And ask an Art, to help us to Embrace. 40 � �CLARINDA'S INDIFFERENCE AT PARTING WITH HER �BEAUTY �Now, age came on, and all the dismal traine That fright the vitious, and afflicte the vaine. Departing beauty, now Clarinda spies Pale in her cheeks, and dying in her eyes; That youthfull air, that wanders ore the face, That undescrib'd, that unresisted grace, Those morning beams, that strongly warm, and shine, Which men that feel and see, can ne're define, Now, on the wings of restlesse time, were fled, And ev'ning shades, began to rise, and spread, 10 �When thus resolv'd, and ready soon to part, Slighting the short repreives of proffer'd art She spake �And what, vain beauty, didst thou 'ere atcheive, When at thy height, that I thy fall shou'd greive, When, did'st thou e're succesfully persue? When, did'st thou e're th' appointed foe subdue? 'Tis vain of numbers, or of strength to boast, In an undisciplin'd, unguided Host, And love, that did thy mighty hopes deride, 20 �Wou'd pay no sacrafice, but to thy pride. ��� �
