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.
