ODE TO JEALOUSY. ____ MARK what daemon hither
bends, Gnawing still his finger-ends, Wrapt in contemplation deep, Wrathful, yet inclin’d to weep. Thy wizard gait, thy
breath-check’d broken sigh, Thy burning cheeks, thy lips,
black, wither’d, dry; Thy side-thrown glance, with
wild malignant eye, Betray thy foul intent,
infernal Jealousy. Hence thou self-tormenting fiend, To thy spleen-dug cave descend, Fancying wrongs that never
were, Rend thy bosom, tear thy hair, Brood fell
hate within thy den, Come not near the haunts of men.
Let man be faithful to his brother man, Nor guileful, still revert kind
heaven’s plan, Then slavish fear, and mean
distrust shall cease, And confidence, confirm
a lasting mental peace. |