BEWARE THE ROGUE
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Deep in the shadow of her hazel eyes, Waiting to capture men, Love lurking lies. Her glances are the arrows of his bow, Wherewith he lays unwary victims low; And she, unused to Cupid’s artful wiles, Unconscious aids his purpose by her smiles, And knows not, as her smiles and glances dart, What anguish these may bring to many a heart. Ah! hapless maiden, innocently gay, No presage of the future breeds dismay; She does not know how soon the treacherous guest Will make her heart the haven of unrest. Ungrateful Cupid! Soon from her he’ll fly, And seek a refuge in some lover’s eye, Then from that point of vantage aim a dart To pierce and agonize her maiden heart. Thomas Dunn English.
