Classic Poem

Newts and blindworms do no wrong,
Spotted snakes from guilt are clear;
Smiles and sighs, a dang'rous throng,
Gentle spirit, these I fear;
Guard me from those looks of light,
Which only shine to blast the sight.

Serpents' tongues have ne'er been known
Simple maid from peace to sever,
But the voice whose thrilling tone
Tells of love that lasts for ever,
Gentle spirit—

Beetles black will never charm me,
Spiders weave no snares for me,
Thorny hedge-hogs cannot harm me,
But the brow where heaven I see,
Catching beams from sunny eyes,—
Guard me from that bright disguise!