Love steals unheeded o'er the tranquil mind, As summer breezes fan the sleeping main, Slow through each fiber creeps the subtle pain, 'Til closely round the yielding bosom twined. Vain is the hope the magic to unbind, The potent mischief riots in the brain, Grasps every thought, and burns in every vein, 'Til in the heart the tyrant lives enshrined. Oh! victor strong! bending the vanquished frame; Sweet is the thraldom that thou bid'st us prove! And sacred is the tear thy victims claim, For blest are those whom sighs of sorrow move! Then nymphs beware how ye profane my name, Nor blame my weakness, till like me ye love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON VILLAGE IN LATE SUMMER by CARL SANDBURG SUNDAY NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LITTLE FEET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN BURNS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER BAYARD TAYLOR by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |