While from our looks, fair nymph, you guess <br />The secret passions of our mind; <br />My heavy eyes, you say, confess <br />A heart to love and grief inclined. <br /> <br />There needs, alas! but little art <br />To have this fatal secret found; <br />With the same ease you threw the dart, <br />'Tis certain you can show the wound. <br /> <br />How can I see you, and not love, <br />While you as opening cast are fair? <br />While cold as northern blasts you prove, <br />How can I love, and not despair? <br /> <br />The wretch in double fetters bound <br />Your potent mercy may release; <br />Soon, if my love but once were crown'd, <br />Fair prophetess, my grief would cease.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-while-from-our-looks-fair-nymph-you-guess/
