Sonnet II: High on a Rock
High on a rock, coaeval with the skies,
A Temple stands, rear’d by immortal pow’rs
To Chastity divine! ambrosial flow’rs
Twining round icicles, in columns rise,
Mingling with pendent gems of orient dyes!
Piercing the air, a golden crescent tow’rs,
Veil’d by transparent clouds; while smiling hours
Shake from their varying wings celestial joys!
The steps of spotless marble, scatter’d o’er
With deathless roses arm’d with many a thorn,
Lead to the altar. On the frozen floor,
Studded with tear-drops petrified by scorn,
Pale vestals kneel the Goddess to adore,
While Love, his arrows broke, retires forlorn.





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