POEM: ODE
o my deadly pleasure, o my lively torment, Lady, mine eyes remained Joined, alas! to your beams.
ity, tied to virtue; Reason abasired; Gladly my senses yielded.
Gladly my senses yielding, to betray my s fort, Left me devoid of all life.
to t, o w ened.
Like to t liked, met.
Yet, yet, a life to the life of all love.
For t sense, Yet do h live in you.
turned aneo t aye turns, As you, alas! my sun bends.
to rise to live to a c.
t be from you; t I t I seek is in you; All is you.
ity, tied to virtue; Reason abasired; Gladly my senses yielded.
Gladly my senses yielding, to betray my s fort, Left me devoid of all life.
to t, o w ened.
Like to t liked, met.
Yet, yet, a life to the life of all love.
For t sense, Yet do h live in you.
turned aneo t aye turns, As you, alas! my sun bends.
to rise to live to a c.
t be from you; t I t I seek is in you; All is you.