I wandered out a while agone,
And went I know not whither;
But there do beauties many a one
Resort and meet together,
And Cupid’s power will there be shown
If ever you come thither.
For like two suns, two beauties bright
I shining saw together,
And tempted by their double light
My eyes I fixed on either;
Till both at once so thralled my sight,
I loved, and knew not whether.
Such equal sweet Venus gave,
That I preferred not either;
And when for love I thought to crave,
I knew not well of whether,
For one while this I wished to have,
And then I that had liefer.
A lover of the curious’t eye
Might have been pleased in either,
And so, I must confess, might I,
Had they not been together.
Now both must love or both deny,
In one enjoy I neither.
But yet at last I ‘scaped the smart
I feared at coming hither;
For seeing my divided heart –
I, choosing, knew not whether –
Love angry grew and did depart,
And now I care for neither.
(George Wither)
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