Alexander Brome

The Attempt

1.

WHy should I blush or be dismay'd,
To tell you I adore you?
Since Love's a pow'r, that can't be staid,
But must by all be once obey'd,
And you as well as those before you.
Your beauty hath enchain'd my mind,
O let me not then cruel find.
You which are fair, and therefore should be kind.

2.

Fair as the light, pure as the Ray,
That in the gray-ey'd morning
Leaps forth, and propagates a day:
Those glories which in others stray
Meet all in you for your adorning.
Since nature built that goodly frame,
And Virtue has inspir'd the same,
Let love draw yours to meet my raging flame.

3.

Joy of my soul, the only thing,
That's my delight and glory,
From you alone my love does spring,
If one love may another bring,
'Twill crown our happy story.
Those fires I burn withall are pure
And Noble, yet too strong t'endure;
'Twas you did wound, 'tis you that ought to cure.