DOUBTLESS, sweet girl! the hissing lead, Wafting destruction o'er thy charms, And hurtling o'er thy lovely head, Has fill'd that breast with fond alarms. Surely some envious demon's force, Vex'd to behold such beauty here, Impell'd the bullet's viewless course, Diverted from its first career. Yes! in that nearly fatal hour The ball obey'd some hell-born guide; But Heaven, with interposing power, In pity turn'd the death aside. Yet, as perchance one trembling tear Upon that thrilling bosom fell; Which I, th' unconscious cause of fear, Extracted from its glistening cell: Say, what dire penance can atone For such an outrage done to thee? Arraign'd before thy beauty's throne, What punishment wilt thou decree? Might I perform the judge's part, The sentence I should scarce deplore; It only would restore a heart Which but belong'd to thee before. The least atonement I can make Is to become no longer free; Henceforth I breathe but for thy sake, Thou shalt be all in all to me. But thou, perhaps, may'st now reject Such expiation of my guilt: Come then, some other mode elect; Let it be death, or what thou wilt. Choose then, relentless! and I swear Nought shall thy dread decree prevent; Yet hold -- one little word forbear! Let it be aught but banishment. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY by ROBERT BURNS THE NIGHTINGALE; A CONVERSATION POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO A YOUNG ASS; ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS AND HOW HE GAINED THEM by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE HAYLOFT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |