GRANT me, I cried, some spell of art, <br />To turn with all a lover's care, <br />That spotless page, my Eva's heart, <br />And write my burning wishes there. <br /> <br />But Love, by faithless Laia taught <br />How frail is woman's holiest vow, <br />Look'd down, while grace attempered thought <br />Sate serious on his baby brow. <br /> <br />'Go! blot her album,' cried the sage, <br />'There none but bards a place may claim; <br />But woman's heart's a worthless page, <br />Where every fool may write his name.' <br /> <br />Until by time or fate decayed, <br />That line and leaf shall never part; <br />Ah! who can tell how soon shall fade <br />The lines of love from woman's heart.<br /><br />Joseph Rodman Drake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-written-in-a-lady-s-album/
