Female Poems On Several Occasions Written by Ephelia. The Second Edition, with large Additions |
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SIGHS.
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SIGHS.
Oh tell me, tell thou God of Wind,
In all thy Caverns canst thou find
A Vapour, Flame, a Gale, or Blast,
Like to a Sigh which Love doth cast?
Can any Whirlwind in thy Vault
Plow up the Heart with like assault?
Go Wind, and blow then where thou please,
Yea breathless leave me to my ease.
In all thy Caverns canst thou find
A Vapour, Flame, a Gale, or Blast,
Like to a Sigh which Love doth cast?
Can any Whirlwind in thy Vault
Plow up the Heart with like assault?
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Yea breathless leave me to my ease.
If thou be'st Wind, O then restrain
From wrecking me whilest I complain.
If thou be'st Wind, then light thou art,
And yet how heavy is my Heart?
If thou be'st Wind, then clear thy way,
Let Care that clogs thy force obey.
Go Wind, &c.
From wrecking me whilest I complain.
If thou be'st Wind, then light thou art,
And yet how heavy is my Heart?
If thou be'st Wind, then clear thy way,
Let Care that clogs thy force obey.
Go Wind, &c.
These blasts of sighing roused are
By th'influence of my bright Star:
The Eolus from whence they came
Is Love that strains to blow the same.
The angry sway of whose behest
Makes Hearth and Bellows of one Brest.
Go Wind, &c.
By th'influence of my bright Star:
The Eolus from whence they came
Is Love that strains to blow the same.
The angry sway of whose behest
Makes Hearth and Bellows of one Brest.
Go Wind, &c.
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Know 'tis a Wind that longs to blow
Upon my Saint where e'er she go;
And stealing through her Fan it bears
Soft Errands to her Lips and Ears;
And then perhaps a passage makes
Down to the Heart where Breath she takes.
Go Wind, &c.
Upon my Saint where e'er she go;
And stealing through her Fan it bears
Soft Errands to her Lips and Ears;
And then perhaps a passage makes
Down to the Heart where Breath she takes.
Go Wind, &c.
Yea gentle Gale try it again,
O do not pass from me in vain;
Go mingle with her Soul Divine,
Engendering Spirits like to mine.
Yea take my Soul along with thee
To work a stronger Sympathy.
Go Wind, &c.
O do not pass from me in vain;
Go mingle with her Soul Divine,
Engendering Spirits like to mine.
Yea take my Soul along with thee
To work a stronger Sympathy.
Go Wind, &c.
My Soul before the grosser part
Thus to her Heaven should depart;
And when my Body cannot lie
On the Winds wings, she soon shall fly;
Though not one Soul our Bodies joyn,
Our Bodies shall our Souls combine.
Go Wind and blow then where you please,
Yea breathless leave me to my ease.
Thus to her Heaven should depart;
And when my Body cannot lie
On the Winds wings, she soon shall fly;
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Our Bodies shall our Souls combine.
Go Wind and blow then where you please,
Yea breathless leave me to my ease.
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