THE POETICAL KEEPSAKE. WE HAVE PARTED. WE have parted, but still in my bosom there linger At times I forget thee, and like the freed songster, Some object recalls me to reason again. A sigh bursting forth from the soul's deep emotion, Parted! O say that it is but a fancy, A phantom that flits through my half-maddened brain, A spirit of darkness that whispers in envy That we who have loved are as strangers again! O that some pitying angel would show thee There may come a moment, a time in which sorrow How cold must the heart be that heaves not to pity, 11 Farewell! there is sadness attending its utterance, Ah! where are there thrills of such exquisite pain? Farewell! and may Heaven's good angels protect thee! WHY SHOULD YOU NOT BELIEVE ME? WHY should you not believe me? Why should you, dear, thus tease me, Thou knowest that I love thee, Yea, love thee fondly too : By all my stolen glances, Fresh burning from the heart, By all my hope and fear, Why, even when I stray, love, Then, cease, my love, to doubt me, And shed its rays around thee, And soothe thy doubting heart. I e'er can love but you. STANZAS. O, BID me seek some trackless sea, To cheer my lone distracted heart; No, not for ever! though I go Though grief awhile may dim the wreath TRUE LOVE. TRUE love is like the damask roso, True love is like the lucid beam True love is like the silver stream, True love is like the star that chants True love is like all precious things, Which flow, and gleam, and thrive, Yet good, and strong, and firm, the storm Of fitful time survive. SONG. Ask not from me the sportive jest, That owns the sway of pale Dejection. Ask not from me the changing smile, Wit can not cheat my heart of woe, By me no more in masking guise Shall thoughtless repartee be spoken; My mind a hopeless ruin lies My soul is dark, my heart is broken! A NAME IN THE SAND. ALONE I walked on the ocean strand; My name-the year-the day. |