YES, I'm in love, I feel it now,
And Cælia has undone me;
And yet I'll swear I can't tell how
The pleasing plague stole on me.
'Tis not her face that love creates,
For there no graces revel;
'Tis not her shape, for there the fates
Have rather been uncivil.
'Tis not her air, for sure in that
There's nothing more than common;
And all her sense is only chat
Like any other woman.
Her voice, her touch, might give th' alarm--
'Twas both perhaps, or neither;
In short, 'twas that provoking charm
Of Cælia altogether.
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Ah, 'twas not any single item of her, but the total value of all assembled parts, that captured his love. A lovely poem.
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Ahh , 'Tis a most splendid read indeed !
Written In a style , I once was taught in .
And thanks to poets as thee ; it shant e'er be -
Forgotten ...
Best regards , Friend Easy
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Ah yes,
I believe that when we fall,
we fall into that abyss of wonder -
that gorgeous mystery of it all,
'tis that tears and tears us all asunder.
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