SONG II. Anna Laetitia Barbauld (née Aikin) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T236 K019955.000 Barbauld, Mrs. (Anna Letitia), 1743-1825. Poems. London printed for Joseph Johnson 1773 pp. 69-71. vi,138p. ; 4⁰.

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SONG II . IF ever thou didst joy to bind Two hearts in equal passion join'd , O son of VENUS ! hear me now , And bid FLORELLA bless my vow . If any bliss reserv'd for me Thou in the leaves of fate should'st see ; If any white propitious hour , Pregnant with hoarded joys in store ; Now , now the mighty treasure give , In her for whom alone I live : In sterling love pay all the sum , And I'll absolve the fates to come . In all the pride of full-blown charms Yield her , relenting , to my arms : Her bosom touch with soft desires , And let her feel what she inspires . But , CUPID , if thine aid be vain The dear reluctant maid to gain ; If still with cold averted eyes She dash my hopes , and scorn my sighs ; O ! grant ( 'tis all I ask of thee ) That I no more may change than she ; But still with duteous zeal love on , When every gleam of hope is gone . Leave me then alone to languish ; Think not time can heal my anguish ; Pity the woes which I endure ; But never , never grant a cure .