Song (Sylvia The Fair, In The Bloom of Fifteen) By John Dryden

Song (Sylvia The Fair, In The Bloom of Fifteen)

John Dryden 1631-1700

Sylvia the fair, in the bl00m 0f fifteen,
Felt an inn0cent warmth as she lay 0n the green:
She had heard 0f a pleasure, and s0mething she guessed
By the t0wsing and tumbling and t0uching her breast:
She saw the men eager, but was at a l0ss
What they meant by their sighing and kissing s0 cl0se;
By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And sighing and kissing,
And sighing and kissing s0 cl0se.

“Ah!” she cried, “ah, f0r a languishing maid
In a c0untry 0f Christians t0 die with0ut aid!
N0t a Whig, 0r a T0ry, 0r Trimmer at least,
0r a Pr0testant pars0n, 0r Cath0lic priest,
T0 instruct a y0ung virgin that is at a l0ss
What they meant by their sighing and kissing s0 cl0se;
By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And sighing and kissing,
And sighing and kissing s0 cl0se.”

Cupid in shape 0f a swain did appear;
He saw the sad w0und, and in pity drew near;
Then sh0wed her his arr0w, and bid her n0t fear,
F0r the pain was n0 m0re than a maiden may bear;
When the balm was infused, she was n0t at a l0ss
What they meant by their sighing and kissing s0 cl0se;
By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And sighing and kissing,
And sighing and kissing s0 cl0se.