1 THE young, the fair, the chaste, the good, The sweet Camilla, in a flood Of her own crimson lies A bloody, bloody sacrifice To Death and man's inhuman cruelties. Weep Virgins till your sorrow swells In tears above the ivory cells That guard those globes of light; Drown, drown those beauties of your eyes, Beauty should mourn, when beauty dies; And make a general night, To pay her innocence its funeral rite. 2 Death since his Empire first begun, So foul a conquest never won, Nor yet so fair a prize; And had he had a heart, or eyes, Her beauties would have charm'd his cruelties. Even savage beasts will Beauty spare, Chafed lions fawn upon the fair; Nor dare offend the chaste. But vicious man, that sees and knows The mischief his wild fury does, Humours his passions' haste, To prove ungovern'd man the greatest beast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ODE FOR MEMORIAL DAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR JUGGLING JERRY by GEORGE MEREDITH FOUR LITTLE FOXES by LEW SARETT DESERT WIFE by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER |