LO! this fane is Cupid's own, Come thou to the altar-stone; Doubt no more can I sustain, Worse than death itself the pain. Thou, who dost so oft profess Still unchanging faithfulness, Swear upon this marble shrine, Swear 'tis true, that vow of thine. But beware! This fane revere— Lover's oaths are sacred here; See yon image rear'd on high, 'Tis a vengeful Deity. Ah, beware! for if the heart Feel not all the lips impart, Then will Heaven, Earth, and Sea Injur'd Love's avengers be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THALATTA! THALATTA!; CRY OF THE TEN THOUSAND by JOSEPH BROWNLEE BROWN BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE COMMON LOT by JAMES MONTGOMERY THE SIEGE OF VIRE by OLIVIER BASSELIN EPITAPH ON THE TOMBSTONE OF A CHILD, LAST OF SEVEN THAT DIED BEFORE by APHRA BEHN |