To Etesia Parted From Him, And Looking Back

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Title:     To Etesia Parted From Him, And Looking Back
Author: Henry Vaughan [More Titles by Vaughan]

O, subtle Love! thy peace is war,
It wounds and kills without a scar,
It works unknown to any sense,
Like the decrees of Providence,
And with strange silence shoots me through,
The fire of Love doth fell like snow.
Hath she no quiver, but my heart?
Must all her arrows hit that part?
Beauties like heav'n their gifts should deal
Not to destroy us, but to heal.
Strange art of Love! that can make sound,
And yet exasperates the wound:
That look she lent to ease my heart,
Hath pierc'd it, and improv'd the smart.

[The end]
Henry Vaughan's poem: To Etesia Parted From Him, And Looking Back

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