| WHAT heav'n-intreated HEART is This | |
| Stands trembling at the gate of blisse; | |
| Holds fast the door, yet dares not venture | |
| Fairly to open it, and enter, | |
| Whose DEFINITION is a Doubt | 5 |
| Twixt Life & Death, twixt In & Out. | |
| Say, lingring fair! why comes the birth | |
| Of your brave soul so slowly forth? | |
| Plead your pretences (o you strong | |
| In weaknes!) why you choose so long | 10 |
| In labor of your selfe to ly, | |
| Nor daring quite to live nor dy? | |
| Ah linger not, lov'd soul! a slow | |
| And late consent was a long No, | |
| Who grants at last, a long time tryd | 15 |
| And did his best to have deny'd, | |
| What magick bolts, what mystick Barres | |
| Maintain the will in these strange warres! | |
| What fatall, yet fantasick, bands | |
| Keep The free Heart from it's own hands! | 20 |
| So when the year takes cold, we see | |
| Poor waters their owne prisoners be. | |
| Fetter'd, & lockt up fast they ly | |
| In a sad selfe-captivity. | |
| The' astonisht nymphs their flood's strange fate deplore, | 25 |
| To see themselves their own severer shore. | |
| Thou that alone canst thaw this cold, | |
| And fetch the heart from it's strong Hold; | |
| Allmighty LOVE! end this long warr, | |
| And of a meteor make a starr. | 30 |
| O fix this fair INDEFINITE. | |
| And 'mongst thy shafts of soveraign light | |
| Choose out that sure decisive dart | |
| Which has the Key of this close heart, | |
| Knowes all the corners of't, & can controul | 35 |
| The self-shutt cabinet of an unsearcht soul. | |
| O let it be at last, love's houre. | |
| Raise this tall Trophee of thy Powre; | |
| Come once the conquering way; not to confute | |
| But kill this rebell-word, IRRESOLUTE | 40 |
| That so, in spite of all this peevish strength | |
| Of weaknes, she may write RESOLV'D AT LENGTH, | |
| Unfold at length, unfold fair flowre | |
| And use the season of love's showre, | |
| Meet his well-meaning Wounds, wise heart! | 45 |
| And hast to drink the wholsome dart. | |
| That healing shaft, which heavn till now | |
| Hath in love's quiver hid for you. | |
| O Dart of love! arrow of light! | |
| O happy you, if it hitt right, | 50 |
| It must not fall in vain, it must | |
| Not mark the dry regardles dust. | |
| Fair one, it is your fate; and brings | |
| Æternall worlds upon it's wings. | |
| Meet it with wide-spread armes; & see | 55 |
| It's seat your soul's just center be. | |
| Disband dull feares; give faith the day. | |
| To save your life, kill your delay. | |
| It is love's seege; and sure to be | |
| Your triumph, though his victory. | 60 |
| 'Tis cowardise that keeps this feild | |
| And want of courage not to yeild. | |
| Yeild then, ô yeild, that love may win | |
| The Fort at last, and let life in. | |
| Yeild quickly. Lest perhaps you prove | 65 |
| Death's prey, before the prize of love. | |
| This Fort of your fair selfe, if't be not won, | |
| He is repulst indeed; But you'are vndone. | |
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