OH! doubt me not -- the season Is o'er, when Folly made me rove, And now the vestal, Reason, Shall watch the fire awaked by Love. Although this heart was early blown, And fairest hands disturb'd the tree, They only shook some blossoms down, Its fruit has all been kept for thee. Then doubt me not -- the season Is o'er when Folly made me rove, And now the vestal, Reason, Shall watch the fire awaked by Love. And though my lute no longer May sing of Passion's ardent spell, Yet, trust me, all the stronger I feel the bliss I do not tell. The bee through many a garden roves, And hums his lay of courtship o'er, But, when he finds the flower he loves, He settles there, and hums no more. Then doubt me not -- the season Is o'er when Folly kept me free, And now the vestal, Reason, Shall guard the flame awaked by thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MORTAL COMBAT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE ONLY A YEAR' by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE TO AN INDEPENDENT PREACHER by MATTHEW ARNOLD AT STRATFORD-ON-AVON by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL MY PRAYER by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN WOULD YOU RETURN? by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONNET TO A LADY ON THE DEATH OF MRS. --. by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |