Aphra Behn

(10 July 1640 – 16 April 1689 / Wye, England)

The Dream - Poem by Aphra Behn

All 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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  • Rookie - 233 Points Manonton Dalan (5/1/2011 8:55:00 AM)

    very smooth, a melody (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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