Ah, urged too late! from beauty's bondage free, <br />Why did I trust my liberty with thee? <br />And thou, why didst thou, with inhuman art, <br />If not resolved to take, seduce my heart? <br />Yes, yes, you said, for lovers' eyes speak true; <br />You must have seen how fast my passion grew: <br />And, when your glances chanced on me to shine, <br />How my fond soul ecstatic sprung to thine! <br />But mark me, fair one - what I now declare <br />Thy deep attention claims and serious care: <br />It is no common passion fires my breast; <br />I must be wretched, or I must be blessed! <br />My woes all other remedy deny; <br />Or, pitying, give me hope, or bid me die!<br /><br />James Thomson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verses-addressed-to-amanda/
