Blessed as the Gods! Sicilian Maid is he, The youth whose soul thy yielding graces charm; Who bound, O! thralldom sweet! by beauty's arm, In idle dalliance fondly sports with thee! Blessed as the Gods! that ivory throne to see, Throbbing with transports, tender, timid, warm! While round thy fragrant lips zephyrs swarm, As opening buds attract the wandering bee! Yet, short is youthful passion's fervid hour; Soon, shall another clasp the beauteous boy; Soon, shall a rival prove, in that gay bower, The pleasing torture of excessive joy! The bee flies sickened from the sweetest flower; The lightning's shaft, but dazzles to destroy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER FROM ITALY by JOSEPH ADDISON WEIGHING THE BABY by ETHEL LYNN BEERS THE HILLS WERE MADE FOR FREEDOM by WILLIAM GOLDSMITH BROWN A CRADLE SONG by PADRAIC COLUM JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG by FRANCIS BRET HARTE DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND |