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WITH such a Pulse with such disorder'd Veins	A
Such lab'ring Breath as thy Disease constrains	A
With failing Eyes that scarce the Light endure	B
So long unclos'd they've watch'd thy doubtful Cure	B
To his Hephaestion Alexander writes	C
To soothe thy Days and wing thy sleepless Nights	C
I send thee Love Oh that I could impart	D
As well my vital Spirits to thy Heart	D
That when the fierce Distemper thine wou'd quell	E
They might renew the Fight and the cold Foe repel	E
As on Arbela's Plains we turn'd the Day	F
When Persians through our Troops had mow'd their way	F
When the rough Scythians on the Plunder run	G
And barb'rous Shouts proclaim'd the Conquest won	G
'Till o'er my Head to stop the swift Despair	H
The Bird of Jove fans the supporting Air	H
Above my Plume does his broad Wings display	F
And follows wheresoe'er I force my way	F
Whilst Aristander in his Robe of White	I
Shews to the wav'ring Host th' auspicious Sight	I
New Courage it inspires in ev'ry Breast	J
And wins at once the Empire of the East	K
Cou'd He but now some kind Presage afford	L
That Health might be again to Thee restor'd	L
Thou to my Wishes to my fond Embrace	M
Thy Looks the same the same Majestick Grace	M
That round thee shone when we together went	N
To chear the Royal Captives in their Tent	N
Where Sysigambis prostrate on the Floor	O
Did Alexander in thy Form adore	O
Above great sculapius shou'd he stand	P
Or made immortal by Apelles Hand	P
But no reviving Hope his Art allows	Q
And such cold Damps invade my anxious Brows	Q
As when in Cydnus plung'd I dar'd the Flood	R
T' o'er match the Boilings of my youthful Blood	R
But Philip to my Aid repair'd in haste	S
And whilst the proffer'd Draught I boldly taste	S
As boldly He the dangerous Paper views	T
Which of hid Treasons does his Fame accuse	T
More thy Physician's Life on Thine depends	U
And what he gives his Own preserves or ends	U
If thou expir'st beneath his fruitless Care	H
To Rhadamanthus shall the Wretch repair	H
And give strict Answer for his Errors there	H
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Near thy Pavilion list'ning Princes wait	V
Seeking from thine to learn their Monarch's State	V
Submitting Kings that post from Day to Day	F
To keep those Crowns which at my Feet they lay	F
Forget th' ambitious Subject of their Speed	W
And here arriv'd only Thy Dangers heed	W
The Beauties of the Clime now Thou'rt away	F
Droop and retire as if their God of Day	F
No more upon their early Pray'rs would shine	X
Or take their Incense at his late Decline	X
Thy Parisatis whom I fear to name	Y
Lest to thy Heat it add redoubl'd Flame	Y
Thy lovely Wife thy Parisatis weeps	Z
And in her Grief a solemn Silence keeps	Z
Stretch'd in her Tent upon the Floor she lies	A2
So pale her Looks so motionless her Eyes	A2
As when they gave thee leave at first to gaze	B2
Upon the Charms of her unguarded Face	M
When the beauteous Sisters lowly knelt	C2
And su'd to those who more than Pity felt	C2
To chear her now Statira vainly proves	D2
And at thy Name alone she sighs and moves	D2
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But why these single Griefs shou'd I expose	E2
The World no Mirth no War no Bus'ness knows	E2
But hush'd with Sorrow stands to favour thy Repose	E2
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Ev'n I my boasted Title now resign	X
Not Ammon's Son nor born of Race Divine	X
But Mortal all oppress'd with restless Fears	F2
Wild with my Cares and Womanish in Tears	G2
Tho' Tears before I for lost Clytus shed	H2
And wept more Drops than the old Hero bled	H2
Ev'n now methinks I see him on the Ground	I2
Now my dire Arms the wretched Corpse surround	I2
Now the fled Soul I wooe now rave upon the Wound	I2
Yet He for whom this mighty Grief did spring	J2
Not Alexander valu'd but the King	J2
Then think how much that Passion must transcend	K2
Which not a Subject raises but a Friend	K2
An equal Partner in the vanquished Earth	L2
A Brother not impos'd upon my Birth	L2
Too weak a Tye unequal Thoughts to bind	M2
But by the gen'rous Motions of the Mind	M2
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My Love to thee for Empire was the Test	J
Since him who from Mankind cou'd chuse the best	J
The Gods thought only fit for Monarch o'er the rest	J
Live then my Friend but if that must not be	N2
Nor Fate will with my boundless Mind agree	N2
Affording at one time the World and Thee	N2
To the most Worthy I'll that Sway resign	X
And in Elysium keep Hyphaestion mine	X

Anne Kingsmill Finch

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