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CXXV
THE FALL

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

I

As Chloe o'er the Meadow past,
I view'd the lovely Maid;
She turn'd and blush'd, renew'd her Haste,
And fear'd by me to be embrac'd,
My Eyes my Wish betray'd.

II

I trembling felt the rising Flame,
The Charming Nymph pursu'd;
Daphne was not so bright a Game,
Tho' Great Apollo's Darling Dame,
Nor with such Charms endu'd.

III

I follow'd close, the Fair still flew
Along the Grassy Plain,
The Grass at length my Rival grew,
And catch'd my Chloe by the Shoe,
Her Speed was then in vain.

IV

But Oh! as tott'ring down she fell,
What did the Fall reveal?
Such Limbs Description cannot tell,
Such Charms were never in the Mall,
Nor Smock did e'er conceal.

V

She shreik'd, I turn'd my ravish'd Eyes,
And burning with Desire,
I help'd the Queen of Love to rise;
She check'd her Anger and Surprize,
And said, Rash Youth, retire.

VI

Be gone, and boast what you have seen,
It shan't avail you much;
I know you like my Form and Mien,
Yet since so insolent y'have been,
The Parts disclos'd you ne'er shall touch.