Poems of Felicia Hemans in Forget Me Not, 1829/The Spell
From The Museum of Foreign Literature and Science, Vol. 13, December 1828,
The Forget Me Not, page 180
From the Forget Me Not.
There's such a glory on thy cheek,
And such a magic power around thee,
That, if I would, I could not break
The spell with which thine eyes have bound me.
Though all my stubborn heart rebel
Against the thraldom of thy frown,
The tameless spirit thou canst quell,
And keep the bursting madness down.
I vainly struggle to be free;
I rouse that withering pride in vain,
Whose blight might change my love for thee
To fiery hate, or cold disdain.
I loathe my very soul, that bears
To drink thy poisonous love-draughts up,
Until my frenzied spirit swears
To dash to earth the dazzling cup.
Yet every effort of my heart
To cast thee off but draws thee nearer;
And rage and agony impart
A venom-charm, that makes thee dearer.