A Song.
18th Century Matthew Prior EnglishA SONG.
In vain You tell your parting Lover, You wish fair Winds may waft Him over. Alas! what Winds can happy prove, That bear Me far from what I love? Alas! what Dangers on the Main Can equal Those that I sustain, From slighted Vows, and cold Disdain?
Be gentle, and in Pity choose To wish the wildest Tempests loose: That thrown again upon the Coast, Where first my Shipwrackt Heart was lost, I may once more repeat my Pain; Once more in dying Notes complain Of slighted Vows, and cold Disdain.