Dangerous to hear, is that melodious tongue, And fatal to the sense those murderous eyes, Where in a sapphire sheath, Love's arrow lies, Himself concealed the crystal haunts among! Oft o'er that form, enamored have I hung, On that smooth cheek to mark the deepening dyes, While from that lip the fragrant breath would rise, That lip, like Cupid's bow with rubies strung! Still let me gaze upon that polished brow, O'er which the golden hair luxuriant plays; So, on the modest lily's leaves of snow The proud sun revels in resplendent rays! Warm as his beams this sensate heart shall glow, Till life's last hour, with Phaon's self decays! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT KENNEBUNKPORT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO A POET, WHO WOULD HAVE ME PRAISE CERTAIN BAD POETS, IMITATORS ... by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WORK by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 68. AL-KADAR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE HAYSWATER BOAT by MATTHEW ARNOLD JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 4 by WILLIAM BLAKE TO A FRIEND, WITH A VOLUME OF VERSES by MATHILDE BLIND |