TO A LADY IN ILLNESS. NEW to the world, when all was fairy ground, The sighing voice, wan look, and plaintive air, No, lovely Maid! If in my heart I seek, ON MUTUAL LOVE. OH Love, requited Love, how fine thy thrills, Fairies enchanted radiance round supply, And heavenly figures dance before the eye: The dear adored Beauty, who in tears, Seen through her smiles, has charm'd the Lover's woes, An angel not of earthly mould appears; And spreads enchantment wheresoe'er she goes. Oh Heaven, kind Heaven, that joy like this would last! But bliss is not for earth; clouds rise, the vision's past. ONCE more, A FAREWELL. enchanting Girl, adieu! I must be gone, while yet I may, Oft shall I weep to think of you; But here I will not, cannot stay. The sweet expression of that face, Yet give me, give me, ere I go, - Say, when to kindle soft delight, O say-but no, it must not be, - Yet still, methinks, you frown on me; Or never could I fly from you. TO MARY IN HEAVEN, THOU lingering Star, with lessening ray, Again thou usher'st in the day My MARY from my soul was torn.O Mary dear departed Shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy Lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget, Those records pure of transports past; Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? THE SORROWS OF MEMORY. IN vain to me the howling deep Stern Winter's awful reign discloses ;: In vain shall Summer's zephyrs sleep On fragrant beds of budding roses : To me alike each scene appears, Since thou hast broke my heart, or nearly ;. While Memory writes in frequent tears, That I have lov'd thee-very dearly!: How many summers pass'd away, Whene'er thy soul of life was weary: For then I lov'd thee-O! how dearly! And though the flush of joy no more That lov'd thee long-and lov'd thee dearly. Could gold thy truant fancy bind, A faithful heart would still content me; I gave thee all that fortune lent me : Who vow'd to love, and love sincerelyWhen wealth could never charm my breast, Though thou wert poor,-I lov'd thee dearly. Seek not the fragile dreams of love, In wealth beguile, in sorrow leave thee: Wilt thou in such that friendship find, Which warm'd the heart that lov'd thee dearly Though fickle passions cease to burn Or who shall bid thy heart beat cheerly? Of her who lov'd thee long and dearly? When war shall rouse the brooding storm, Borne on the wild and restless billow; Whose pulse, like mine, shall throb sincerely? Or who thy heart in spells shall bindWhen her's is broke that lov'd thee dearly? When thou contending throngs shalt court, Where party zeal has doubly crown'd thee, Perchance of fortune's frowns the sport, Caprice or cold neglect may wound thee:: Then wilt thou find no generous heart To bid thee bear misfortune cheerly; No friend in grief to bear a part, Like her who lov'd thee long and dearly. Could I to distant regions stray, From thee my thoughts would never wander; For, at the purpling close of day, By som lone vagrant rill's meander, Each wandering bee, each chilling wind, Would tell the heart that's broken nearly, In them, where'er they rove, to find The faults of him I lov'd so dearly! |