Love
Your fair looks inflame my desire
From A Book of Airs (1601)
Your fair looks inflame my desire:
Quench it again with love!
Stay, O strive not still to retire:
Do not inhuman prove!
If love may persuade,
Love's pleasures, dear, deny not.
Here is a silent grovy shade;
O tarry then, and fly not!
Have I seized my heavenly delight
In this unhaunted grove?
Time shall now her fury requite
: With the revenge of love.
Then come, sweetest, come,
My lips with kisses gracing!
Here let us harbour all alone,
Die, die in sweet embracing!
Will you now so timely depart,
And not return again?
Your sight lends such life to my heart
That to depart is pain.
Fear yields no delay,
Secureness helpeth pleasure:
Then, till the time gives safer stay,
O farewell, my life's treasure!
Codex Note
A Book of Airs (1601)
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MLA
Campion, Thomas. “Your fair looks inflame my desire.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/campion/23/.
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Campion, Thomas. “Your fair looks inflame my desire.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/campion/23/.
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