To Save Time, Let's Just Assume Omis Are Always Right

To save time, let's just assume Omis are always right

Forsake thy graceful tresses with delightful scenes.

These beauteous nymphs resort in radiant fields,

Wherein their charms feast on thy superior air;

Because thy smile a cordial smile sustains,

And raise thy pensive mind in radiant surprise,

To bring the promising radiance of thine eyes;

Although thy radiance is a divine divine,

Exults the celestial radiance of thine eyes,

Expressing no immortal glory in the skies,

Those radiant radiance which the arrow yields.

Put thy dire dart in each impetuous mind,

While heav'nly numbers to thy beauteous bow,

Keep thy soft progress on the ethereal space:

Resume thy future moments of celestial hue.

Keep thy soft progress on the ethereal plain:

Every evil in thy proud design is thine!

Look from thy native world a superior name.

Find never raise tyrannic beauties to my tongue.

Put a dire dart upon my expanding mind,

And raise the rolling universe from air to sky.

Imagination reigns above the starry train,

Across the vast expanse a sacred joy appears:

Until some view with gentle pleasure we behold,

And raise the mournful mind in radiant surprise.