After the pangs of a desperate lover, <br />When day and night I have sighed all in vain, <br />Ah, what a pleasure it is to discover <br />In her eyes pity, who causes my pain! <br /> <br />When with unkindness our love at a stand is, <br />And both have punished ourselves with the pain, <br />Ah, what a pleasure the touch of her hand is! <br />Ah, what a pleasure to touch it again! <br /> <br />When the denial comes fainter and fainter, <br />And her eyes give what her tongue does deny, <br />Ah, what a trembling I feel when I venture! <br />Ah, what a trembling does usher my joy! <br /> <br />When, with a sigh, she accords me the blessing, <br />And her eyes twinkle 'twixt pleasure and pain, <br />Ah, what a joy 'tis beyond all expressing! <br />Ah, what a joy to hear 'Shall we again!'<br /><br />John Dryden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-from-an-evening-s-love-2/
