The wanton's charms, however bright, <br />Are like the false illusive light <br />Whose flattering unauspicious blaze <br />To precipices oft betrays: <br />But that sweet ray your beauties dart, <br />Which clears the mind, and cleans the heart, <br />Is like the sacred queen of night, <br />Who pours a lovely gentle light <br />Wide o'er the dark, by wanderers blest, <br />Conducting them to peace and rest. <br />A vicious love depraves the mind, <br />'Tis anguish, guilt, and folly joined; <br />But Seraphina's eyes dispense <br />A mild and gracious influence; <br />Such as in visions angels shed <br />Around the heaven-illumined head. <br />To love thee, Seraphina, sure <br />Is to be tender, happy, pure; <br />'Tis from low passions to escape, <br />And woo bright virtue's fairest shape; <br />'Tis ecstasy with wisdom joined; <br />And heaven infused into the mind.<br /><br />James Thomson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-seraphina/
