The Enchantment By Thomas Otway

The Enchantment
Did but look and love awhile,
‘Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
And now I have no power.
To sigh and wish is all my ease;
Sighs which do not heat impart
Enough to melt the coldest ice,
Yet it cannot warm your heart.
O would your pity give my heart
One corner of your breast,
‘Twould learn of yours the winning art,
And quickly steal the rest.

― By Thomas Otway

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