Enjoyment, a Song at the King's House
I
S O closely, closely press'd,
In his Clymena's arms young Damon lay;
Panting in that transport so o'er-blest,
He seem'd just ready, just to die away.
Clymena beheld him with amorous eyes,
And thus betwixt sighing and kissing she cries:
" O make not such haste to be gone:
'T is too much unkind,
Whilst I stay behind,
For you to be dying alone. "
II
This made the youth, now drawing to his end,
The happy moment of his death suspend;
But with so great a pain
His soul he did retain,
That with himself he seem'd at strife
Whether to let out love or keep in life.
Then she, who already was hasting to death,
Said softly, and trembling, and all out of breath:
" O now, my love, now let us go!
Die with me, Damon, now; for I die too. "
Thus died they, but 't was of so sweet a death,
That so to die again they took new breath.
S O closely, closely press'd,
In his Clymena's arms young Damon lay;
Panting in that transport so o'er-blest,
He seem'd just ready, just to die away.
Clymena beheld him with amorous eyes,
And thus betwixt sighing and kissing she cries:
" O make not such haste to be gone:
'T is too much unkind,
Whilst I stay behind,
For you to be dying alone. "
II
This made the youth, now drawing to his end,
The happy moment of his death suspend;
But with so great a pain
His soul he did retain,
That with himself he seem'd at strife
Whether to let out love or keep in life.
Then she, who already was hasting to death,
Said softly, and trembling, and all out of breath:
" O now, my love, now let us go!
Die with me, Damon, now; for I die too. "
Thus died they, but 't was of so sweet a death,
That so to die again they took new breath.
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