Amatory Poems of Abel Shufflebottom, The - Sonnet 1
DELIA AT PLAY .
She held a Cup and Ball of ivory white,
Less white the ivory than her snowy hand!
Enrapt, I watch'd her from my secret stand,
As now, intent, in innocent delight,
Her taper fingers twirl'd the giddy ball,
Now tost it, following still with EAGLE sight ,
Now on the pointed end infix'd its fall.
Marking her sport I mused, and musing sigh'd.
Methought the BALL she play'd with was my HEART ;
(Alas! that sport like that should be her pride!)
And the keen point which steadfast still she eyed
Wherewith to pierce it, that was C UPID'S dart ;
Shall I not then the cruel Fair condemn
Who on that dart IMPALES my BOSOM'S GEM ?
She held a Cup and Ball of ivory white,
Less white the ivory than her snowy hand!
Enrapt, I watch'd her from my secret stand,
As now, intent, in innocent delight,
Her taper fingers twirl'd the giddy ball,
Now tost it, following still with EAGLE sight ,
Now on the pointed end infix'd its fall.
Marking her sport I mused, and musing sigh'd.
Methought the BALL she play'd with was my HEART ;
(Alas! that sport like that should be her pride!)
And the keen point which steadfast still she eyed
Wherewith to pierce it, that was C UPID'S dart ;
Shall I not then the cruel Fair condemn
Who on that dart IMPALES my BOSOM'S GEM ?
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