Love steals unheeded o'er the tranquil mind, As summer breezes fan the sleeping main, Slow through each fiber creeps the subtle pain, 'Til closely round the yielding bosom twined. Vain is the hope the magic to unbind, The potent mischief riots in the brain, Grasps every thought, and burns in every vein, 'Til in the heart the tyrant lives enshrined. Oh! victor strong! bending the vanquished frame; Sweet is the thraldom that thou bid'st us prove! And sacred is the tear thy victims claim, For blest are those whom sighs of sorrow move! Then nymphs beware how ye profane my name, Nor blame my weakness, till like me ye love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A THUNDER-STORM (2ND VERSION) by EMILY DICKINSON WHEN THERE IS PEACE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE BELLS OF SHANDON by FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONY THE SAD MOTHER by KATHARINE TYNAN A CONSISTENT GIRL by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DICING by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS TO A. E. HOUSMAN by MARGARET ASH GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 10. A CATALOGUE OF CERTAINE OF HIS BOOKES by RICHARD BARNFIELD |