Which tells me, Youth's no longer here! O Youth! for years so many and sweet, "Tis known, that Thou and I were one, I'll think it but a fond conceit It cannot be, that Thou art gone! Dew-drops are the gems of morning, When we are old: That only serves to make us grieve MY A DAY DREAM. Y eyes make pictures, when they are shut :— A willow and a ruined hut, And thee, and me, and Mary there. O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow! A wild-rose roofs the ruined shed, 'Twas day! But now few, large, and bright The stars are round the crescent moon! And now it is a dark warm night, The balmiest of the month of June! A glow-worm fallen, and on the marge remounting Shines and its shadow shines, fit stars for our sweet fountain. O ever-ever be thou blest! For dearly, Asra, love I thee! This brooding warmth across my breast, This depth of tranquil bliss-ah me! Fount, tree, and shed are gone, I know not whither, But in one quiet room we three are still together. The shadows dance upon the wall, By the still dancing fire-flames made; And now they slumber, moveless all! And now they melt to one deep shade! But not from me shall this mild darkness steal thee: I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I feel thee! Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play'Tis Mary's hand upon my brow! But let me check this tender lay Which none may hear but she and thou! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming, Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women! FIRST ADVENT OF LOVE. FAIR is Love's first hope to gentle mind! As Eve's first star thro' fleecy cloudlet peeping; And sweeter than the gentle south-west wind, O'er willowy meads and shadowed waters creeping, And Ceres' golden fields;-the sultry hind Meets it with brow uplift, and stays his reaping. I NAMES. FROM LESSING. ASKED my fair, one happy day, By what sweet name from Rome or Greece; Lalage, Neæra, Chloris, Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris, Arethusa, or Lucrece. "Ah!" replied my gentle fair, 66 Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou whatever suits the line; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage, or Doris, Only, only call me Thine." W DESIRE. HERE true Love burns Desire is Love's pure It is the reflex of our earthly frame, [flame; That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but translates the language of the heart. LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE. H' ER attachment may differ from yours in degree, But friendship how tender so ever it be Love, that meets not with Love, its true nature reGrows ashamed of itself, and demurs: [vealing, If you cannot lift hers up to your state of feeling, You must lower down your state to hers. TH NOT AT HOME. HAT Jealousy may rule a mind I know; but ne'er expect to find She has a strange cast in her ee, But yet Love's own twin-sister she, Ask for her and she'll be denied :- TO A LADY, OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THAT ΝΑ WOMEN HAVE NO SOULS. AY, dearest Anna! why so grave? For what you are, you cannot have: 'Tis I, that have one since I first had you! I HAVE heard of reasons manifold Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold— His eyes are in his mind. What outward form and feature are He guesseth but in part; But what within is good and fair He seeth with the heart. |