The poetical and dramatic works of Sir Charles Sedley Collected and Edited from the Old Editions: With a preface on the text, explanatory and textual notes, an appendix containing works of doubtful authenticity, and a bibliography: By V. de Sola Pinto |
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CXIII
CUPID'S RETURN
Welcome, thrice welcome to my frozen Heart,
Thou long departed Fire,
How could'st thou so regardless be
Of one so true, so fond as me,
Whose early Thought, whose first Desire
Was pointed all to thee?
When in the Morning of my Day,
Thy Empire first began,
Pleased with the Prospect of thy Sway,
Into thy Arms I ran;
Without Reserve my willing Heart I gave;
Proud that I had my Freedom lost:
Contending which I ought to boast
The making thee a Sov'reign, or my self a Slave.
Thou long departed Fire,
How could'st thou so regardless be
Of one so true, so fond as me,
Whose early Thought, whose first Desire
Was pointed all to thee?
When in the Morning of my Day,
Thy Empire first began,
Pleased with the Prospect of thy Sway,
Into thy Arms I ran;
Without Reserve my willing Heart I gave;
Proud that I had my Freedom lost:
Contending which I ought to boast
The making thee a Sov'reign, or my self a Slave.
Still I am form'd to execute thy Will,
By me declare thy Power and Skill;
My Heart already by thy Fire
Is so prepar'd, is so refin'd,
There's nothing left behind
But infinite Desire.
O! would'st thou touch that lovely Maid,
(Whose Charms and thine I have obey'd)
With such another Flame,
The Heav'n that would appear in me,
Wou'd speak such Goodness dwelt in thee;
Thy Bow, thy Art,
No more need guide thy Dart;
No Art so stubborn but at that would aim.
By me declare thy Power and Skill;
My Heart already by thy Fire
Is so prepar'd, is so refin'd,
There's nothing left behind
But infinite Desire.
O! would'st thou touch that lovely Maid,
(Whose Charms and thine I have obey'd)
With such another Flame,
The Heav'n that would appear in me,
Wou'd speak such Goodness dwelt in thee;
Thy Bow, thy Art,
No more need guide thy Dart;
No Art so stubborn but at that would aim.
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