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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! 



Aphra Behn's other poems:
  1. Epitaph on the Tombstone of a Child, the Last of Seven that Died Before
  2. To Lysander
  3. Oh, How the Hand the Lover Ought to Prize
  4. The Disappointment
  5. Angellica’s Lament


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • George Byron (Джордж Байрон) The Dream ("Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world") Июль 1816
  • John Donne (Джон Донн) The Dream ("DEAR love, for nothing less than thee")
  • Amy Levy (Эми Леви) The Dream ("Believe me, this was true last night")
  • Edna Millay (Эдна Миллей) The Dream ("LOVE, if I weep it will not matter")

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