Soft kisses may be innocent, But ah! too easy maid, beware; Though that is all thy kindness meant, 'Tis love's delusive fatal snare. No virgin e'er at first design'd Through all the maze of love to stray; But each new path allures her mind, Till, wandering on, she lose her way. 'Tis easy ere set out to stay; But who the useful art can teach, When sliding down a steepy way, To stop, before the end we reach? Keep ever something in thy power Beyond what would thy honour stain; He will not dare to aim at more, Who for small favours sighs in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FARM CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FALL OF HYPERION; A DREAM by JOHN KEATS TO MYRTILLA OF NEW YORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS REMINISCENCE by DOROTHY ALLISON THE PEACE: TO HEAVEN ON A BEETLE by ARISTOPHANES SHEKLA: A VISION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HAYMAKERS' SONG, FR. KING RENE'S HONEYMOON by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |