 | Young Arthur |  |
Thou art the dream of wanton thought
Which all our woe and wailing wrought;
Rais'd by the serpent as Eve slept
Who to her ear, insidious, crept;
And, her chaste fancy having bound,
Charm'd from her ear all holy sound;
Gave her a zest for more than heaven
Had for her virtue's safeguard given.
Which all our woe and wailing wrought;
Rais'd by the serpent as Eve slept
Who to her ear, insidious, crept;
And, her chaste fancy having bound,
Charm'd from her ear all holy sound;
Gave her a zest for more than heaven
Had for her virtue's safeguard given.
| Young Arthur | |