When thy beauty appears
In its graces and airs,
All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky;
At a distance I gaze, and am aw'd by my fears,
So strangely you dazzle my eye!
But then, 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, would I do:
Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
But still be a woman to you.
Thomas Parnell.