Psyche, and other poems — page 216: what you’re looking at

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198 Or, fondiy twined, in many a fold To shield those lovely limbs from cold, Fairest ! thine ear indulgent lend, And to thy suppliant Shawl attend. | | | Oh! by those all attractive charms | Thy slender foot, thine ivory arms ; By the quick glances of thine eyes, By all that I have seen thee prize; _ Oh! doom me not in dark disgrace, An exile from Sophia’s face, ‘To waste my elegance of bloom In sick and melancholy gloom ; Condemned no more in Beauty’s train To hear the viol’s sprightly strain, Or woo the amorous zephyr’s play Beneath the sunbeam’s vernal ray ; Banished alike from pleasure’s scene, And lovely nature’s charms serene, Oh, fairest ! doom me not to know How hard it is from thee to go! But if my humble suit be vain, if destined to attend on pain, My joyless days in one dull round, To one eternal sopha bound, Shut from the breath of heaven most pure, Must pass in solitude obscure ; At least to cheat these weary hours Appear with all thy eladdening powers, Restore thy sweet society, And bless at once thy friend and me. Comichbooksseom