Oh! not on me those glances bend
Which every dazzled sense confound;
They may to charm alone intend,
But Lady, while they charm, they wound.
Thou think'st those eyes and lips of love
Can only wake the soul to joy,
But that deluding thought reprove—
They first delight, and then destroy.
Thus, when in matchless splendor bright,
The sun beams forth from Indian skies,
The gazer hails the wond'rous sight;
But while he gazes, sinks and dies.
I am busy working to bring Amelia Alderson Opie's "Oh! Not on Me Those Glances Bend" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the home page for other musical arrangements or learn more about Amelia Alderson Opie's life and contributions to literature.
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