SHE'S fair and false! that such a heart, Should sully dwelling so divine! Heaven's temple all the outward part, But shame defiles the inner shrine. Methought, bewildered by the grace, That flowed on every tone and look, My foolish heart might dare to trace The fountain of so sweet a brook. Of some clear lake he loves to think, Who tracks the river's pleasant course, And sighs at length to see it sink In weeds and caverns, at its source. Thus I, beguiled by many a dream, That led through scenes of dazzling bloom, Heart-sick beheld my fairy stream Fade icy-cold in depths and gloom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LOUSE, ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH by ROBERT BURNS SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 6. YEUX GLAUQUES by EZRA POUND ODE TO REMORSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE PILGRIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HARVEST by GERTRUDE RYDER BENNETT |