Dorinda. Sabæan Perfumes fragrant Roses bring, <br />With all the Flowers that Paint the gaudy Spring: <br />Scatter them all in young Alexis's way, <br />With all that's sweet and (like himself) that's Gay. <br />Alexis. Immortal Laurels and as lasting Praise, <br />Crown the Divine Dorinda's matchless Laies: <br />May all Hearts stoop, where mine would gladly yield, <br />Had not Lycoris prepossest the Field. <br />Dor. Would my Alexis meet my noble Flame, <br />In all Ausonia neither Youth nor Dame, <br />Should so renown'd in Deathless Numbers shine, <br />As thy exalted Name should do in mine. <br /> <br />Alex. He'll need no Trophie nor ambitious Hearse, <br />Who shall be honour'd by Dorinda's Verse; <br />But where it is inscrib'd, That here doth lie <br />Lycoris's Love. That Fame can never die. <br />Dor. On Tyber's Bank I Thyrsis did espie, <br />And by his side did bright Lycoris lie; <br />She Crown'd his Head, and Kist his amorous Brow, <br />Ah Poor Alexis! Ah then where wer't thou? <br />Alex. When thou saw'st that, I ne'r had seen my Fair, <br />And what pass'd then ought not to be my Care; <br />I liv'd not then, but first began to be, <br />When I Lycoris Lov'd, and she Lov'd me. <br />Dor. Ah choose a Faith, a Faith that's like thine own, <br />A Virgin Love, a Love that's newly blown: <br />'Tis not enough a Maidens Heart is chast, <br />It must be Single, and not once mis-plac't. <br />Alex. Thus do our Priests of Heavenly Pastures tell, <br />Eternal Groves, all Earthly, that excel: <br /> <br />And think to wean us from our Loves below, <br />By dazling Objects which we cannot know.<br /><br />Anne Killigrew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pastoral-dialogue-2/
