While, Iris, I at distance gaze
Aphra Behn
1640 to 1689
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In vain, too nice and charming maid,
And languish by your eyes,
Tis far more glorious here to die,
As my despair came on;
Here let me sigh, here let me gaze,
The flood would swell, the tempest rise,
Dull gazing can't suffice;
On that alone 'twill feast,
And wish at least to find
Than gain another prize.
Hope is the food of love-sick minds,
That wounded heart, that dies for you,
No other can digest.
As he to whom you're kind.
When from her lovely cruel eyes,
The nobler part which loves refines,
While, Iris, I at distance gaze,
I found I was undone.
And feed my greedy eyes,
In vain my rising sighs I stayed,
I did suppress my cares;
As raptured nights, and tender days,
Yet at your feet while thus I lie,
And stopped my falling tears;
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