TO THE FAIR CLARINDA, WHO MADE LOVE TO ME, IMAGINED MORE THAN WOMAN

by: Aphra Behn

      AIR lovely maid, or if that title be
      Too weak, too feminine for nobler thee,
      Permit a name that more approaches truth,
      And let me call thee, lovely charming youth.
      This last will justify my soft complaint,
      While that may serve to lessen my constraint;
      And without blushes I the youth pursue,
      When so much beauteous woman is in view.
      Against thy charms we struggle but in vain
      With thy deluding form thou giv'st us pain,
      While the bright nymph betrays us to the swain.
      In pity to our sex sure thou wert sent,
      That we might love, and yet be innocent:
      For sure no crime with thee we can commit;
      Or if we should -- thy form excuses it.
      For who, that gathers fairest flowers believes
      A snake lies hid beneath the fragrant leaves.
       
      Thou beauteous wonder of a different kind,
      Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis joined;
      When e'er the manly part of thee, would plead
      Thou tempts us with the image of the maid,
      While we the noblest passions do extend
      The love to Hermes, Aphrodite the friend.
       

'To the fair Clarinda' was first published in A Miscellany of New Poems by Several Hands (1688).

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