Drawn by the sacred influence _Forced by the potent influence_ Of thy bright eyes, I back return; _Of thy disdain I back return_, And since I nowhere can dispense _Thus with those flames I do dispense_, With flames that do in absence burn, 10 _Which, though they would not light, did burn;_ I rather choose 'midst them t' expire _And rather will through cold expire_ Than languish by a hidden fire. _Than languish at a frozen fire._ But if thou the insulting pride _But whilst I the insulting pride_ Of vulgar Beauties dost despise, _Of thy vain beauty do despise_, Who by vain triumphs deified, _Who gladly wouldst be deified_, Their votaries do sacrifice, _By making me thy sacrifice;_ Then let those flames, whose magic charm _May love thy heart, which to his charm_ At distance scorch'd, approach'd but warm. _Approached seemed cold, at distance warm._ [_The Return--(Palinode.)_] The _1647_ edition contains _two_ poems, _The Return_ and _Palinode_, which stand to each other in a curious relation. In _1651_ _Palinode_ has disappeared. I have thought it best to print them together. The lines in roman type are those of _The Return_, those in italic belong to _Palinode_. The latter reappeared in _1657_, with slight alterations as below. In _Pal._ 5 Miss Guiney reads 'would' for 'wouldst', evidently not quite understanding the sense or the grammar of the time. The second person connects itself with the vocative in 'Beauty' and the 'thou' twice implied in 'thy'.] [In _Palinode_, l. 7, _1657_ reads 'powerful' for 'potent'; l. 12 'in' for 'at'.] [In _The Return_, l. 2, _1651_ 'unite'--an obvious misprint; l. 3, _1647_ 'bound'; l. 5, _1647_ 'That', _1651_ 'Thou'; l. 10, _1657_ 'which' for 'that'; l. 11, 'twixt'--not so well; l. 13, 'the' is dropped by mere accident in _1651_--'the', not 'th',' is required.] _Song._ When I lie burning in thine eye. Or freezing in thy breast, What Martyrs, in wish'd flames that die, Are half so pleas'd or blest? When thy soft accents through mine ear Into my soul do fly, What Angel would not quit his sphere, To hear such harmony? Or when the kiss thou gav'st me last My soul stole in its breath, 10 What life would sooner be embrac'd Than so desir'd a death? [When I commanded am by thee, Or by thine eye or hand, What monarch would not prouder be To serve than to command?] Then think no freedom I desire, Or would my fetters leave, Since Phoenix-like I from this fire Both life and youth receive. 20