Poetry · An Acrostic

An Acrostic

Elizabeth it is in vain you say

“Love not”⁠—thou sayest it in so sweet a way:

In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.

Zantippe’s talents had enforced so well:

Ah! if that language from thy heart arise,

Breathe it less gently forth⁠—and veil thine eyes.

Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried

To cure his love⁠—was cured of all beside⁠—

His folly⁠—pride⁠—and passion⁠—for he died.