To make a final conquest of all me, <br />Love did compose so sweet an Enemy, <br />In whom both Beauties to my death agree, <br />Joyning themselves in fatal Harmony; <br />That while she with her Eyes my Heart does bind, <br />She with her Voice might captivate my Mind. <br /> <br />I could have fled from One but singly fair: <br />My dis-intangled Soul it self might save, <br />Breaking the curled trammels of her hair. <br />But how should I avoid to be her Slave, <br />Whose subtile Art invisibly can wreath <br />My Fetters of the very Air I breath? <br /> <br />It had been easie fighting in some plain, <br />Where Victory might hang in equal choice. <br />But all resistance against her is vain, <br />Who has th' advantage both of Eyes and Voice. <br />And all my Forces needs must be undone, <br />She having gained both the Wind and Sun.<br /><br />Andrew Marvell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fair-singer/
