John Dryden (Äæîí Äðàéäåí)

Song From An Evening's Love

After the pangs of a desperate lover,
When day and night I have sighed all in vain,
Ah, what a pleasure it is to discover
In her eyes pity, who causes my pain!

When with unkindness our love at a stand is,
And both have punished ourselves with the pain,
Ah, what a pleasure the touch of her hand is!
Ah, what a pleasure to touch it again!

When the denial comes fainter and fainter,
And her eyes give what her tongue does deny,
Ah, what a trembling I feel when I venture!
Ah, what a trembling does usher my joy!

When, with a sigh, she accords me the blessing,
And her eyes twinkle 'twixt pleasure and pain,
Ah, what a joy 'tis beyond all expressing!
Ah, what a joy to hear 'Shall we again!' 

1. On Mrs. Margaret Paston, of Barningham, in Norfolk
2. On the Monument of the Marquis of Winchester
3. To John Hoddesdon, on his Divine Epigrams
4. Upon Young Mr. Rogers, of Gloucestershire
5. The Tears of Amynta for the Death of Damon

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