Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Sir Charles Sedley. 16391701409. To Chloris
AH, Chloris! that I now could sit | |
As unconcern’d as when | |
Your infant beauty could beget | |
No pleasure, nor no pain! | |
When I the dawn used to admire, | 5 |
And praised the coming day, | |
I little thought the growing fire | |
Must take my rest away. | |
Your charms in harmless childhood lay | |
Like metals in the mine; | 10 |
Age from no face took more away | |
Than youth conceal’d in thine. | |
But as your charms insensibly | |
To their perfection prest, | |
Fond love as unperceived did fly, | 15 |
And in my bosom rest. | |
My passion with your beauty grew, | |
And Cupid at my heart, | |
Still as his mother favour’d you, | |
Threw a new flaming dart: | 20 |
Each gloried in their wanton part; | |
To make a lover, he | |
Employ’d the utmost of his art— | |
To make a beauty, she. |