Ev'n then, before the fatal engine clos'd,
A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd; 150
Fate urg'd the shears, and cut the Sylph in twain,
(But airy soon unites again)
The meeting points the sacred hair dissever
From the fair head, for ever, and for ever!
A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos'd; 150
Fate urg'd the shears, and cut the Sylph in twain,
(But airy soon unites again)
The meeting points the sacred hair dissever
From the fair head, for ever, and for ever!
Alexander Pope
