To Revenita

Thou'st made for me an atmosphere of life; The very air is brighter from thine eyes, They are so soft and beautiful, and rife With all we can imagine of the skies.

O woman, where is they resistless power; I swore the livery of Heaven to grace, Yet stand, to-day, a sacrilegious tower, Perjured by the witchery of thy face. SANSON.