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By Aphra Behn

This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,

Contains all that was sweet and innocent ;

The softest pratler that e’er found a Tongue,

His Voice was Musick and his Words a Song ;

Which now each List’ning Angel smiling hears,

Such pretty Harmonies compose the Spheres;

Wanton as unfledg’d Cupids, ere their Charms

Has learn’d the little arts of doing harms ;

Fair as young Cherubins, as soft and kind,

And tho translated could not be refin’d ;

The Seventh dear pledge the Nuptial Joys had given,

Toil’d here on Earth, retir’d to rest in Heaven ;

Where they the shining Host of Angels fill,

Spread their gay wings before the Throne, and smile.


Poet Bio

Aphra Behn was the first English woman to earn her living as a writer. Her fiction — including a work critical of slavery — is often political and her plays are frequently bawdy. She sometimes scandalized her audience, but her work broke new literary ground and sold well.

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