Men Would Quake In Their Opium Hearts Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Men would quake in their opium hearts to meet
A beauty, in whose pleasing narcotic glance
All the spheres of this primate's earth would beguile.
In whose doe-eyed glances, Goddess graces dance.
Forever's-are-here confined to them awhile,
Whose tyranny is never to maltreat
If they espied that orbit, she should reside there.
Nightly, they would give their all for a perchance.
Just one gaze from her tempting eyes is so sweet
Such wretched wantonness, do we pray, by chance.
Such is the grandeur these angels can entreat.
Such do the zodiac lover's tears chide.
Hapless nature isn't so hot to soothe, prove-
The commit graveside plot of endless love.