Strange that such horror and such grace Should dwell together in one place; A fury's arm, an angel's face! 'Tis innocence, and youth, which makes In Chloris' fancy such mistakes, To start at love, and play with snakes. By this and by her coldness barred, Her servants have a task too hard; The tyrant has a double guard! Thrice happy snake! that in her sleeve May boldly creep; we dare not give Our thoughts so unconfined a leave. Contented in that nest of snow He lies, as he his bliss did know, And to the wood no more would go. Take heed, fair Eve! you do not make Another tempter of this snake; A marble one so warmed would speak. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWINS by HENRY SAMBROOKE LEIGH AUTUMN SONG by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE REV. GILBERT WAKEFIELD by LUCY AIKEN A CALL TO ARMS by MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS CAPTAIN MORROW'S THANKSGIVING by LILLIE E. BARR THE FARMERS OUTLAW WEEDS by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS |