Oh! How his @3Pointed Language@1, like a Dart, Sticks to the @3softest Fibres@1 of my Heart, Quite through my Soul the charming Accents slide, That from his Life inspiring Portals glide; And whilst I the inchanting sound admire, @3My melting Vitals in a Trance expire.@1 Oh Son of @3Venus@1, Mourn thy baffled Arts, For I defye the proudest of thy Darts: Undazled now, @3I@1 thy weak Taper View, And find no fatal influence accrue; Nor would @3fond Child@1 thy feebler Lamp appear, Should my bright @3Sun@1 deign to approach more near; Canst thou his Rival then pretend to prove? @3Thou a false Idol, he the God of Love;@1 Lovely beyond Conception, he is all Reason, or Fancy amiable call, @3All that the most exerted thoughts can reach, When sublimated to its utmost stretch.@1 Oh! altogether Charming, why in thee Do the vain World no Form or Beauty see? Why do they Idolize a dusty clod, And yet refuse their Homage to a God? Why from a @3beautious@1 flowing Fountain turn, For the Dead Puddle of a narrow @3Urn@1? Oh Carnal Madness! sure we falsly call @3So dull a thing as Man is, rational;@1 Alas, my shining Love, what can there be On Earth so splendid to @3out-glitter thee?@1 In whom the brightness of a God-head Shines, With all its lovely and endearing Lines; Thee with whose sight Mortallity once blest, Would throw off its dark Veil to be possest; Then altogether Lovely, why in thee Do the vain World no Form or Beauty see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |