Passion-Flowers (Howe)/Coquette et Froide

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COQUETTE ET FROIDE.
What is thy thought of me?What is thy feeling?Lov'st thou the veil of sense,Or its revealing?
Leav'st thou the maiden roseDrooping and blushing,Or rend'st its bosom withKissing and crushing?
I would be beautifulThat thou should'st woo me,Gentle, delightsome, butTo draw thee to me.
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Yet should thy longing eyeEver caress me,And quickened FantasyOnly, possess me,
Thus thy heart's highest needLong would I cherish,Lest its more trivial wishPall, and then perish.
Would that Love's fond pursuitWere crownèd never,Or that his virgin kissLasted for ever!
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