The Land of Love | ||
I.
Honour's a Phantom, which aroundThe sacred Bower does still appear;
All Day it haunts the hollow'd Ground,
And hinders Lovers ent'ring there.
It rarely ever takes its Flight,
But in the gloomy Shades of Night.
Silence and Gloom the Charm can only end,
And are the luckiest Hours to lay the Fiend.
Then only 'tis the Vision will remove,
With Incantations of soft Vows and Love.
The Land of Love | ||