Classic Poem

Faint are your eyes of heavenly blue,
While DELIA 's eyes of jet I view;
To those , the colour only given,
To these , the fire, and force of heaven:
With rapid stroke they reach the heart;
They , from their liquid circles dart
(More magical their circles prove!)
The flame of CUPID , and of JOVE .
Her cheeks no blushes need betray,
That man approving owns her sway;
With rose as lenient as benign,
Need not regret that lovers pine;
To them denied, the leisure hour,
To them denied the frigid power,
With lightning, and in rapture slain,
Or to approve, or to complain,
The dread decree they do not wait;
Her look is instantaneous fate;
They heave not the repeated sigh;
Of electricity they die!