AH, Chloris! that I now could sit <br /> As unconcern'd as when <br />Your infant beauty could beget <br /> No pleasure, nor no pain! <br />When I the dawn used to admire, <br /> And praised the coming day, <br />I little thought the growing fire <br /> Must take my rest away. <br /> <br />Your charms in harmless childhood lay <br /> Like metals in the mine; <br />Age from no face took more away <br /> Than youth conceal'd in thine. <br />But as your charms insensibly <br /> To their perfection prest, <br />Fond love as unperceived did fly, <br /> And in my bosom rest. <br /> <br />My passion with your beauty grew, <br /> And Cupid at my heart, <br />Still as his mother favour'd you, <br /> Threw a new flaming dart: <br />Each gloried in their wanton part; <br /> To make a lover, he <br />Employ'd the utmost of his art-- <br /> To make a beauty, she.<br /><br />Sir Charles Sedley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-chloris/
