Happy and free, securely blest, <br />No beauty could disturb my rest; <br />My amorous heart was in despair <br />To find a new victorious fair: <br />Till you, descending on our plains, <br />With foreign force renew my chains; <br />Where now you rule without control, <br />The mighty sovereign of my soul. <br />Your smiles have more of conquering charms, <br />Than all your native country's arms; <br />Their troops we can expel with ease, <br />Who vanquish only when we please. <br />But in your eyes, O! there's the spell! <br />Who can see them, and not rebel? <br />You make us captives by your stay; <br />Yet kill us if you go away.<br /><br />John Dryden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fair-stranger-a-song/
