Classic Poem

Ode to Jealousy

Mark where daemon hither bends,
Gnawing still his finger ends,
Wrapt in contemplation deep,
Wrathful, yet inclin'd to weep.

Thy wizard gait, thy breath-check'd broken sigh,
Thy burning cheeks, thy lips, black, wither'd dry;
Thy side-thrown glance, with wild, malignant eye,
Betray thy foul intent infernal Jealousy.

Hence, thou self-tormenting fiend,
To thy spleen-dug cave descend!
Fancying wrongs that never were,
Rend thy bosom, tear thy hair,
Brood fell hate within thy den,
Come not near the haunts of men.

Let man be faithful to his brother man,
Nor, guileful, still revert kind Heaven's plan,
Then slavish fear, and mean distrust shall cease,
And confidence confirm a lasting mental peace.English