Is it, O love, thy want of eyes, <br />Or by the Fates decreed, <br />That hearts so seldom sympathise, <br />Or for each other bleed? <br /> <br />If thou wouldst make two youthful hearts <br />One amorous shaft obey, <br />'Twould save thee the expense of darts, <br />And more extend thy sway. <br /> <br />Forbear, alas! thus to destroy <br />Thyself, thy growing power, <br />For that which would be stretch'd by joy <br />Despair will soon devour. <br /> <br />Ah! wound then my relentless fair, <br />For thy own sake and mine, <br />That boundless may be my share, <br />And double glory thine.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/songs-set-to-music-9-set-by-mr-de-fesch/
