PERFIDIOUS damsel, with thy dazzling eyes, <br />Those skill'd enchanters of a sunnier clime, <br />Thou, thou hast charmed the dragon Reason, couched <br />Before my soul's Hesperides, and filched <br />Her fruit of burnished ore—the source itself <br />From which her splendour sprung —her will, and left— <br />Yea, naked left her to the winds of woe <br />And now, while she laments her jewels lost, <br />With scorn dost hie to mock, to drive afar, <br />The veriest promise of a summer, would <br />Again enable her to smile, and with <br />Her golden apples set the world agape.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-theft-5/
