Anne Kingsmill Finch

Song

The nymph in vain bestows her pains
That seeks to thrive where Bacchus reigns;
In vain are charms, or smiles, or frowns,
All images his torrent drowns.
 
Flames to the head he may impart,
But makes an island of the heart,
So inaccessible and cold,
That to be his is to be old.
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