THOMAS PARNELL

WHEN thy beauty appears In its graces and airs All bright as an angel new dropp’d from the sky, At distance I gaze and am awed by my fears: So strangely you dazzle my eye! But when without art Your kind thoughts you impart, When your love runs in blushes through every vein; When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart, Then I know you’re a woman again. There’s a passion and pride In our sex (she replied), And thus, might I gratify both, I would do: Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But still be a woman to you.