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Title: On Her Loving Two Equally - Aphra Behn Post by: ahkil on October 13, 2007, 02:57:07 AM I
How strong does my passion flow, Divided equally twixt two? Damon had ne'er subdued my heart Had not Alexis took his part; Nor could Alexis powerful prove, Without my Damon's aid, to gain my love. II When my Alexis present is, Then I for Damon sigh and mourn; But when Alexis I do miss, Damon gains nothing but my scorn. But if it chance they both are by, For both alike I languish, sigh, and die. III Cure then, thou might wingèd god, This restless fever in my blood; One golden-pointed dart take back: But which, O Cupid, wilt thou take? If Damon's, all my hopes are crossed; Or that of my Alexis, I am lost. |