All trembling in my arms Aminta lay,
Defending of the bliss I strove to take;
Raising my rapture by her kind delay,
Her force so charming was and weak.
The soft resistance did betray the grant,
While I pressed on the heaven of my desires;
Her rising breasts with nimbler motions pant;
Her dying eyes assume new fires.
Now to the height of languishment she grows,
And still her looks new charms put on;
– Now the last mystery of Love she knows,
We sigh, and kiss: I waked, and all was done.
`Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew,
Which still was panting, part of it was true:
Oh how I strove the rest to have believed;
Ashamed and angry to be undeceived!
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Comments2Wow, this poem hit me right in the feels! 😲 The lines 'Her rising breasts with nimbler motions pant; Her dying eyes assume new fires' captured such passionate emotions in a way that felt very real. Even, though it was just a dream. 🌜💭🔥
JenKM said: "Aphra Behn's 'The Dream' got to me real good. 'Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew' - Felt it right in the chest. But wasn't it all a dream?"