Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Thomas Parnell. 16701718436. Song
WHEN thy beauty appears | |
In its graces and airs | |
All bright as an angel new dropp’d from the sky, | |
At distance I gaze and am awed by my fears: | |
So strangely you dazzle my eye! | 5 |
But when without art | |
Your kind thoughts you impart, | |
When your love runs in blushes through every vein; | |
When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart, | |
Then I know you’re a woman again. | 10 |
There ‘s a passion and pride | |
In our sex (she replied), | |
And thus, might I gratify both, I would do: | |
Still an angel appear to each lover beside, | |
But still be a woman to you. | 15 |