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Poem by William Drummond Stolen Pleasure My sweet did sweetly sleep, And on her rosy face Stood tears of pearl, which beauty’s self did weep; I, wond’ring at her grace, Did all amaz’d remain, When Love said, “Fool, can looks thy wishes crown? Time past comes not again.” Then did I me bow down, And kissing her fair breast, lips, cheeks, and eyes Prov’d here on earth the joys of paradise. William Drummond William Drummond's other poems:
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