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THE TENTH POEM.

[If from the Bottom of my love-sick Heart]

If from the Bottom of my love-sick Heart,
Of last Night's Coyness I do not repent,
May I no more your tender Anguish hear,
No longer see you shed th'impassion'd Tear.
You grasp'd my Knees, and yet to let you part—
O Night more happy with Cerinthus spent!
My Flame with Coyness to conceal I thought,
But this Concealment was too dearly bought.