O DELIA! for I know 'tis she, It must be she, for nothing less could move My tuneless heart, than something from above. I hate all earthly harmony: Hark, hark, ye Nymphs, and Satyrs all around! Hark, how the baffled Echo faints; see how she dies, Look how the winged choir all gasping lies At the melodious sound; See, while she sings How they droop and hang their wings! Angelic Delia, sing no more, Thy song's too great for mortal ear; Thy charming notes we can no longer bear: O then in pity to the World give o'er, And leave us stupid as we were before. Fair Delia, take the fatal choice, Or veil thy beauty, or suppress thy Voice. His passion thus poor Celadon betray'd, When first he saw, when first he heard the lovely Maid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHADED WATER by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS THE BEST MEMORIAL by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS A BALLADE OF EVOLUTION by GRANT ALLEN EAST AND WEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: PITTSBURGH by BERTON BRALEY INSCRIPTION ON FERGUSSON'S TOMBSTONE by ROBERT BURNS THE ABIDING LOVE by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK MADAGASCAR: TO THE QUEEN, ENTERTAINED AT NIGHT by WILLIAM DAVENANT |