KEEP on your veil and hide your eye; For with beholding you, I die! Your fatal beauty, Gorgon-like, Dead with astonishment will strike! Your piercing eyes, if them I see, Are worse than basilisks to me! Hide from my sight those hills of snow Their melting valley do not show! Those azure paths lead to despair! O, vex me not! Forbear! Forbear! For, while I thus in torments dwell, The sight of Heaven is worse than Hell! Your dainty voice and warbling breath Sound like a sentence passed for death! Your dangling tresses are become Like instruments of final Doom! O, if an angel torture so; When life is done, where shall I go? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STATE OF WYOMING by KAREN SWENSON IKE WALTON'S PRAYER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A DESCRIPTION OF A CITY SHOWER by JONATHAN SWIFT SHADOWS by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE COWARD by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA ZEUS TOO IS A VICTIM by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS MASSACRE OF THE MACPHERSON by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 2. AND YET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |