Poem by George Darley

Lenimina Laborum. 14. The Fair Warning

To One Who Leaned Over Me Whilst I Sat at Her Harp

Lady! bend not over me
Such, lips, such blooming lips as those,
Lest in my dream of ecstasy
I might mistake them for a rose.

Lady, stoop not near my breast,
That bosom heaped with virgin snow,
Lest that, perchance, it might be prest.
Ere I myself the truth did know.

Ah! keep that dazzling, restless arm
Down by thine own decorous side;
One single kiss might break the charm
Which now is all thy maiden pride!

Gaze not in mine with those sweet eyes,
As if the orbs of Heaven stood near;
Lest thou might'st never gain those skies
Which should be thy angelic sphere! 

1. Lenimina Laborum. 35. Departing Music
2. Lenimina Laborum. 62. On the Picture of a Girl
3. Epigram - Written in an Album
4. Lenimina Laborum. 21. The Temptress of the Bower
5. Lenimina Laborum. 10. Fair as the flower is, it will yet decay

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