Untitled, Unfinished Poem

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The first who lovd me turnd wth tender eyes
Since ye rogue will why lett us sail she cryes
Her kind consent was sure for Love is kind
& Woman's Love when Love has won her mind
The second stopd then with a careless moan—
Tis well—tis dang'rous to be left alone

The grant obtaind ye lovely creatures plact
I loosd—No reader—broke ye broke ye rope for hast
Bending I plyd the oar to me twas rare
A new mean labour—but ye dear was there
Yet far from Shore I never meant to rove
Fond to divert but not to risque my Love.
No means were here to shun ye Lovers view
& I woud gaze & she must bear it too
But as I gazd (the maid sat Just before)
how faint I drew ye Long forgetfull oar
How my tird balls with fixd attention strain
Still feel ye pleasure & forget ye pain
In my soft words I made my soul appear
& tund my voice to melt them in her ear
She sits & heares yet hears with no regard
I thought the rocks we passd not half as hard
The second maid the more unhappy she
With eager glances bent her eyes on me
Whilst I regardless from her rival dame
Still took ye fewel which increasd my flame
Yet not to kill her as a lovers cares
Are oft dissembled I grew brisk in airs
Then both grew brisk & as they saild along
first softly warbling raisd a syren song
Through seas & air the trembling Musick flew
& charmd ye powers that wear ye watry blew
Drawn by the notes around them Dolphins play
& wave soft circles in the glassy Sea

© Thomas Parnell