Poems, Elegies, Paradoxes, and Sonets [by Henry King] |
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A Black-moor Maid wooing a fair Boy: sent to the Author by Mr. Hen. Rainolds.
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A Black-moor Maid wooing a fair Boy: sent to the Author by Mr. Hen. Rainolds.
Stay lovely Boy, why fly'st thou mee
That languish in these flames for thee?
I'm black 'tis true: why so is Night,
And Love doth in dark Shades delight.
The whole World, do but close thine eye,
Will seem to thee as black as I;
Or op't, and see what a black shade
Is by thine own fair body made,
That follows thee where e're thou go;
(O who allow'd would not do so?)
That languish in these flames for thee?
I'm black 'tis true: why so is Night,
And Love doth in dark Shades delight.
The whole World, do but close thine eye,
Will seem to thee as black as I;
Or op't, and see what a black shade
Is by thine own fair body made,
That follows thee where e're thou go;
(O who allow'd would not do so?)
Let me for ever dwell so nigh,
And thou shalt need no other shade than I.
And thou shalt need no other shade than I.
Mr. Hen. Rainolds.
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