 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
XXXVI.
“How dear is this employ! how innocent!
My soul's wild elements forbear their strife;
While, on these harmless cares pleased and intent,
I hope to save her beauty and her life
My soul's wild elements forbear their strife;
While, on these harmless cares pleased and intent,
I hope to save her beauty and her life
“For many a rapturous year. But mortal ne'er
Shall hold her to his heart: to me confined,
Her soul must glow; nor ever shall she bear
That mortal fruit for which her form's designed.
Shall hold her to his heart: to me confined,
Her soul must glow; nor ever shall she bear
That mortal fruit for which her form's designed.
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |