Stranger! whoe'er thou art, whose restless mind, Like me within these walls is cribbed, confined; Learn how each want that heaves our mutual sigh A woman's soft solicitudes supply. From her white breast retreat all rude alarms, Or fly the magic circle of her arms; While souls exchanged alternate grace acquire, And passions catch from passion's glorious fire: What though to deck this roof no arts combine, Such forms as rival every fair but mine; No nodding plumes, our humble couch above, Proclaim each triumph of unbounded love; No silver lamp with sculptured Cupids gay, O'er yielding beauty pours its midnight ray; Yet Fanny's charms could Time's slow flight beguile, Soothe every care, and make each dungeon smile: In her, what kings, what saints have wished, is given, Her heart is empire, and her love is heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY A PUBLIC DANCE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS RAILWAY DREAMINGS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SONNET: CLEAVE THOU THE WAVES by MATHILDE BLIND STANZAS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE PASSING OF THE OLD VERMONT MEETINGHOUSE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |