'LOVE'S a pleasure, love's a treasure, <br /> Why the joys of love withstand?' <br />Alf so pleadeth, Effie heedeth <br /> And—What ails the lily-wand? <br /> <br />Lighter grow her airs and lighter— <br /> Glances she would shun she seeks; <br />Brighter burn her eyes, and brighter <br /> Burns the scarlet on her cheeks. <br /> <br />Leaps her heart within her; cheerly <br /> Smiles the earth in silence girt; <br />Dance the stars above, and rarely, <br /> All in concord with her heart. <br /> <br />Redder than the red rose blowing <br /> Sinks she in her woer's arms <br />Many a mad, mad vow avowing <br /> Melt they in each other's charms. <br /> <br />For a season vanished reason— <br /> Vanished to return and view <br />Loved and lover—doomed for ever— <br /> Doom'd the spell of love to rue.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spell-11/
