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Read lovely Nymph & tremble not to read I have no more to wish or you to dread; I ask not life, for life to me were vain And death a refuge from severer pain. My only hope in these last lines I try I would be pitied, & I then would die. Long had I liv'd as sordid as my fate, Nor curst the destiny that made me wait A servile slave: content with homely food) The gross instinct of happiness pursued) Youth gave me sleep at night; & warmth of blood.) But when I saw -- Oh had I never seen That wounding softness, that enchanting mein! The mist of wretched education flies) Shame, fear, desire, despair & love arise) The new creation of these beauteous Eyes) But yet that love pursu'd no guilty aim Deep in my heart I had the secret flame. How when you sung my soul devour'd the sound And every sense was in the rapture drown'd!
