THE DREAM
by: Aphra Behn (1640-1689)
- ll trembling in my arms Aminta lay,
- Defending of the bliss I strove to take;
- Raising my rapture by her kind delay,
- Her force so charming was and weak.
- The soft resistance did betray the grant,
- While I pressed on the heaven of my desires;
- Her rising breasts with nimbler motions pant;
- Her dying eyes assume new fires.
- Now to the height of languishment she grows,
- And still her looks new charms put on;
- Now the last mystery of Love she knows,
- We sigh, and kiss: I waked, and all was done.
- `Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew,
- Which still was panting, part of it was true:
- Oh how I strove the rest to have believed;
- Ashamed and angry to be undeceived!
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