From CANTICLES, Ch. VII, XI.
I
Come, thou most charming Object of my Love,
What's all this dull Society to us,
Let's to the peaceful Shades and Springs remove,
I'm here uneasy, tho' I linger thus.
II
What are the Trifles which I leave behind,
I've more than all the valu'd World in thee,
Where all my Joys, and Wishes are confin'd,
Thou'rt Day, and Life, and Heav'n itself to me.
III
Come, my Beloved, let's away, nor fear,
To those blest Seats where we'll our Flames improve,
With how much Heat shall I caress Thee there,
And in sweet Transports give up all my Love.
