 | The poems (1925) |  |
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THE REQUEST
A Song
“Belinda, since I cannot move,
Thy icy breast to joy and love,
Since all my grief and all my care,
Serve but to heighten my despair;
Make some requital for my pain,
And give me back my heart again,
And oh! instruct the roving guest,
No more to wander from my breast.
Thy icy breast to joy and love,
Since all my grief and all my care,
Serve but to heighten my despair;
Make some requital for my pain,
And give me back my heart again,
And oh! instruct the roving guest,
No more to wander from my breast.
“But then alas! thou must forbear,
The Syren song, thy graceful air,
And lest I fall again a prize,
Must ne'er unveil thy beauteous eyes;
Hide too thy bosom snowy white,
That seat of virtue and delight,
For ev'ry charm emits a dart,
And I again shall lose my heart.”
The Syren song, thy graceful air,
And lest I fall again a prize,
Must ne'er unveil thy beauteous eyes;
Hide too thy bosom snowy white,
That seat of virtue and delight,
For ev'ry charm emits a dart,
And I again shall lose my heart.”
| The poems (1925) | |