Lead me, Sicilian Maids, to haunted bowers, While yon pale moon displays her faintest beams O'er blasted woodlands, and enchanted streams, Whose banks infect the breeze with poisonous flowers. Ah! lead me, where the barren mountain towers, Where no sounds echo, but the night-owl's screams, Where some lone spirit of the desert gleams, And lurid horrors wing the fateful hours! Now goaded frenzy grasps my shrinking brain, Her touch absorbs the crystal fount of woe! My blood rolls burning through each gasping vein; Away, lost Lyre! unless thou can'st bestow A charm, to lull that agonizing pain, Which those who never loved, can never know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LULLABY IN BETHLEHEM by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD BLESSINGS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER SONG OF SOLOMON 2: 10-13. SPRING by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE NEW ANTHEM by NORMAN BOLKER UNTIL DEATH by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA SONNET REVERSED by RUPERT BROOKE HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS DEATH, 1848 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |