Analysis of Song from Abdelazar

Love in fantastic triumph sat,
        Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd,
    For whom fresh pains he did create,
        And strange tyrannic power he shew'd;
     From thy bright eyes he took his fire,
        Which round about in sport he hurl'd;
    But 'twas from mine he took desire
        Enough to undo the amorous world.

From me he took his sighs and tears,
       From thee his pride and cruelty;
   From me his languishments and fears,
       And every killing dart from thee;
   Thus thou and I the God have arm'd,
       And set him up a Deity;
   But my poor heart alone is harm'd,
       Whilst thine the victor is, and free.