Mary Darby Robinson

(1758 - 1800 / England)

Sonnet Xxxii: Blest As The Gods - Poem by Mary Darby Robinson

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

Comments about Sonnet Xxxii: Blest As The Gods by Mary Darby Robinson

  • Fabrizio Frosini (11/4/2015 7:05:00 AM)

    Mary Darby Robinson had Sicily in her heart.. we can find references to this beautiful Italian region in a good number of her poems (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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