Author Thomas Moore Put off the vestal Veil, nor, oh! Let weeping angels View it;Your cheeks belie its virgin snow. And blush repenting through it.Put off the fatal zone you wear; The shining pearls around itAre tears, that fell from Virtue there, The hour when Love unbound it. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments