THE PROGRESS OF LOVE

by: James Oswald (1710-1769)

ENEATH the Myrtle's secret Shade

When Delia blest my Eyes,

At first I viewed the lovely Maid

In silent soft surprise;

With trembling Voice, and Anxious Mind,

I softly whispered Love,

She blush'd a Smile so sweetly kind,

Did all my fears remove;

Did all my fears remove.

 

Her lovely yielding form I prest,

Sweet Maddening Kisses stole;

And soon her swimming Eyes confest,

The wishes of her Soul:

In wild tumultuous Bliss I cry,

O Delia now be kind,

She prest me close and with a Sigh,

To melting joys resign'd;

To melting joys resign'd.

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