The Coquette
This pirate bold upon love’s sea
Will let no passing heart go free;
No barque by those bright eyes espied
May sail away o’er life’s blue tide
Till all its treasure yielded be.
Her craft, the Conquest, waits for thee,
Where her swift rapine none may see;
From shadowing coves on thee will glide
This pirate bold.
Yet thou, if thou her power wouldst flee,
Go, feign thyself love’s refugee,
And crave sweet shelter;-she’ll deride
Thy piteous suit with scornful pride;
And thou, thou shalt escape in glee
This pirate bold.
Samuel Waddington.