Aphra Behn (Афра Бен)

The Dream

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! 

1. The Permission
2. The Willing Mistriss
3. On the Death of E. Waller, Esq.
4. The First Cypher
5. Song (Cease, cease, Aminta, to complain)

Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Dream ("Believe me, this was true last night")

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