SINCE there is magic in your look, And in your voice a witching charm, As all our hearts consenting tell, Enchantress! smile upon my book, And guard its lays from hate and harm By Beauty's most resistless spell. The sunny dew-drop of thy praise, Young day-star of the rising time, Shall with its odoriferous morn Refresh my sere and withered bays. Smile, and I will believe my rhyme Shall please the beautiful unborn. Go forth, my pictured thoughts, and rise In traits and tints of sweeter tone, When Julia's glance is o'er ye flung; Glow, gladden, linger in her eyes, And catch a magic not your own, Read by the music of her tongue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SOMETHING THAT WALKS SOMEWHERE by BEN JONSON THE EAGLE; A FRAGMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A BUTTERFLY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE BLUEBELLS OF NEW ENGLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GEORGIO DI CHIRICO by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. MEARY WEDDED by WILLIAM BARNES |