The Poetry Corner

To .... .... On Seeing Her With A White Veil And A Rich Girdle.

By Thomas Moore

Put off the vestal Veil, nor, oh! Let weeping angels View it; Your cheeks belie its virgin snow. And blush repenting through it. Put off the fatal zone you wear; The shining pearls around it Are tears, that fell from Virtue there, The hour when Love unbound it.