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To MYRA. Loving at first Sight.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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To MYRA. Loving at first Sight.

No Warning of th'approaching Flame,
Swiftly, like sudden Death, it came;
Like Travellers, by Light'ning kill'd,
I burnt the Moment I beheld.
In whom so many Charms are plac'd,
Is with a Mind as nobly grac'd;
The Case so shining to behold,
Is fill'd with richest Gems, and Gold.
To what my Eyes admir'd before,
I add a thousand Graces more;
And Fancy blows into a Flame,
The Spark that from her Beauty came.
The Object thus improv'd by Thought,
By my own Image I am caught;
Pygmalion so, with fatal Art
Polish'd the Form that stung his Heart.