Classic Poem

Dangerous to hear is that melodious tongue,
And fatal to the sense those murderous eyes,
Where in a sapphire sheath love's arrow lies,
Himself concealed the crystal haunts among!
Oft o'er that form, enamoured, have I hung,
On that smooth cheek to mark the deepening dyes,
While from that lip the fragrant breath would rise,
That lip, like Cupid's bow, with rubies strung!
Still let me gaze upon that polished brow,
O'er which the golden hair luxuriant plays;
So, on the modest lily's leaves of snow
The proud sun revels in resplendent rays!
Warm as his beams this sensate heart shall glow,
Till life's last hour with Phaon's self decays!