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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet XXXII: Blest As the Gods
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Blest as the Gods! Sicilian Maid is he,
The youth whose soul thy yielding graces charm;
Who bound, O! thraldom sweet! by beauty`s arm,
In idle dalliance fondly sports with thee!
Blest as the Gods! that iv`ry throne to see,
Throbbing with transports, tender, timid, warm!
While round thy fragrant lips zephyrs swarm!
As op`ning buds attract the wand`ring Bee!
Yet, short is youthful passion`s fervid hour;
Soon, shall another clasp the beauteous boy;
Soon, shall a rival prove, in that gay bow`r,
The pleasing torture of excessive joy!
The Bee flies sicken`d from the sweetest flow`r;
The lightning`s shaft, but dazzles to destroy!
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