Blest as the Gods! Sicilian Maid is he, <br />The youth whose soul thy yielding graces charm; <br />Who bound, O! thraldom sweet! by beauty's arm, <br />In idle dalliance fondly sports with thee! <br />Blest as the Gods! that iv'ry throne to see, <br />Throbbing with transports, tender, timid, warm! <br />While round thy fragrant lips zephyrs swarm! <br />As op'ning buds attract the wand'ring Bee! <br />Yet, short is youthful passion's fervid hour; <br />Soon, shall another clasp the beauteous boy; <br />Soon, shall a rival prove, in that gay bow'r, <br />The pleasing torture of excessive joy! <br />The Bee flies sicken'd from the sweetest flow'r; <br />The lightning's shaft, but dazzles to destroy!<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxii-blest-as-the-gods/
