1 WHY, lady, wilt thou bind thy lovely brow With the dread semblance of that warlike helm; That nodding plume, and wreath of various glow, That graced the chiefs of Scotia's ancient realm? 2 Thou know'st that Virtue is of power the source, And all her magic to thy eyes is given; We own their empire, while we feel their force, Beaming with the benignity of heaven. 3 The plumy helmet and the martial mien Might dignify Minerva's awful charms; But more resistless far the Idalian queen -- Smiles, graces, gentleness, her only arms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A REAL HARD TIME BEFORE' by HAYDEN CARRUTH STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |