When thy Beauty appears <br />In its Graces and Airs, <br />All bright as an Angel new dropt from the Sky; <br />At distance I gaze, and am aw'd by my Fears, <br />So strangely you dazzle my Eye! <br />But when without Art, <br />Your kind Thoughts you impart, <br />When your Love runs in Blushes thro' ev'ry Vein; <br />When it darts from your Eyes, when it pants in your Heart, <br />Then I know you're a Woman again. <br />There's a Passion and Pride <br />In our Sex, (she reply'd,) <br />And thus (might I gratify both) I wou'd do: <br />Still an Angel appear to each Lover beside, <br />But still be a Woman to you.<br /><br />Thomas Parnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-ii-7/
