A Song
When Myrrha views me with disdain
My blood congeals, and ev'ry vein
With anguish shrinks, while wretched I
Beneath the mighty torment die.
But when the kind, consenting maid,
With eyes relenting, arms display'd,
Meeting, sooths me to her breast,
I glow, I burn, and am possest
Of joy too great to be express'd.
My blood congeals, and ev'ry vein
With anguish shrinks, while wretched I
Beneath the mighty torment die.
But when the kind, consenting maid,
With eyes relenting, arms display'd,
Meeting, sooths me to her breast,
I glow, I burn, and am possest
Of joy too great to be express'd.
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