...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 thought 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.
Thomas Parnell (1679-1718)
