YOU that unto your mistress' eyes Your hearts do sacrifice, And offer sighs or tears at Love's rich shrine, Renounce with me Th' idolatry, Nor this infernal Power esteem divine. The brand, the quiver, and the bow, Which we did first bestow, And he as tribute wears from every lover, I back again From him have ta'en, And the impostor, now unveil'd, discover. I can the feeble child disarm, Untie his mystic charm, Divest him of his wings, and break his arrow; We will obey No more his sway, Nor live confin'd to laws or bounds so narrow. And you, bright Beauties, that inspire The Boy's pale torch with fire, We safely now your subtle power despise, And unscorch'd may Like atoms play, And wanton in the sunshine of your eyes. Nor think hereafter by new arts You can bewitch our hearts, Or raise this devil by your pleasing charm; We will no more His power implore, Unless, like Indians, that he do no harm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADAM AND HIS FATHER by KAREN SWENSON AUCTION: ANDERSON GALLERIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DON JUAN IN HELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PEG OF LIMAVADDY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY THE VILLAGE MUNITIONS CO., INC.; FORMERLY THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |