T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
A Nymph When As the Summers Beams
Anonymous(From Academy of Complements, c. 1650; p. 197) |
A NYMPH when as the Summer’s beams | |
Made hot the colder air, | |
Into a fountain’s Crystal streams, | |
To bathe her did repair: | |
And by degrees she boldly did at length | 5 |
Those parts unhide: | |
Which to be bashful, nature made | |
So curious to be spied. | |
Oft downward would she cast her head, | |
And blushing look away; | 10 |
Then twist her arms, and twine her thighs, | |
As fearful to betray | |
Her self unto her fearful self: | |
Thus frighted she at last, | |
Into the fountains swiftest streams, | 15 |
Her purest body cast. | |
The waves did proudly bear her up, | |
And as she waded in the silver-brook, | |
Seem’d not to cleanse her as she swam, | |
But from her purifying took. | 20 |
And underneath the Crystal streams, | |
As she did gliding pass, | |
She seemed like a Lily fair, | |
That’s sunk into a glass. | |
And as she did her dainty arms | 25 |
In sundry sort display, | |
Ofttimes she would Narcissus-like | |
With her own shadow play. | |
Oft would she lie upon her back: | |
With legs and arms both spread, | 30 |
And imitate those wanton joys, | |
That women use in bed. | |
Women their modesty forget | |
And often lay aside; | |
This Nymph, that thought herself unseen, | 35 |
Was by a Shepherd spy’d: | |
Who ravished with the sight he saw, | |
No longer staid to woo her, | |
But flung away his hook and scrip, | |
And boldly stept unto her. | 40 |
She shrieking dived, thought to have hid | |
Herself, but all in vain, | |
The Waters to preserve her life, | |
Did bear her up again; | |
The Shepherd caught her in his arms, | 45 |
And laid her on the brink, | |
And what he did without delay, | |
You know, or else may think. | |