SONG, FROM ABDELAZAR

1907

LOVE in fantastic triumph sat,

Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed,

For whom fresh pains he did create;

And strange tyrannic power he showed.

From thy bright eyes he took his fires,

Which round about in sport he hurled;

But 'twas from mine he took desires

Enough to undo the amorous world.

From me he took his sighs and tears,
From thee his pride and cruelty;
From me his languishment and fears,
And every killing dart from thee.

Thus thou and I the god have armed,
And set him up a deity;
But my poor heart alone is harmed,
Whilst thine the victor is, and free.

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