AND WILT THOU WEEP WHEN I AM LOW? AND wilt thou weep when I am low? My heart is sad, my hopes are gone, My blood runs coldly through my breast; And when I perish, thou alone. Wilt sigh above my place of rest. And yet, methinks, a gleam of peace To know thy heart hath felt for mine. Oh lady! blessed be that tear — It falls for one who cannot weep; Sweet lady! once my heart was warm Yet wilt thou weep when I am low? Sweet lady speak those words again; Yet if they grieve thee, say not so- [The melancholy which was now gaining fast upon the young Poet's mind was a source of much uneasiness to his friends. It was at this period that the following verses were addressed to him by Mr. Hobhouse : EPISTLE TO A YOUNG NOBLEMAN IN LOVE. HAIL! generous youth, whom glory's sacred flame But as your blood with dangerous passion boils, But if 't is fix'd that ev'ry lord must pair, * * One though perhaps as any Maxwell free, Not very ugly, and not very old, A little pert indeed, but not a scold; * Not farther much from comfort than from strife; But, as your early youth some time allows, FILL THE GOBLET AGAIN. A SONG. FILL the goblet again! for I never before Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart to its core; Then, why in haste? put off the evil day, And snatch at youthful comforts whilst you may! Your morning slumber, and your evening wine; What shall your Newstead, shall your cloister'd bowers, And ever fond, or ever angry wife! Shall these no more confess a manly sway, But changeful woman's changing whims obey? Contract your cloisters and o'erthrow your walls; Change round to square, and square convert to round; And fill with shrubberies gay and green their room; Where gravel walks and flowers alternate glare; And quite transform, in every point complete, Forget the fair one, and your fate delay; If not avert, at least defer the day, When you beneath the female yoke shall bend, Trin. Coll. Camb. 1808.] *[In his mother's copy of Mr. Hobhouse's volume, now before Lord Byron has here written with a pencil,-"I have lost them and shall WED accordingly. 1811. B."] Let us drink! who would not? since, through life's varied round, In the goblet alone no deception is found. I have tried in its turn all that life can supply; I have loved! who has not?-but what heart can declare That pleasure existed while passion was there? In the days of my youth, when the heart's in its spring, And dreams that affection can never take wing, I had friends!- who has not? but what tongue will avow, That friends, rosy wine! are so faithful as thou? The heart of a mistress some boy may estrange, Friendship shifts with the sunbeam — thou never can'st change; Thou grow'st old who does not?- but on earth what appears, Whose virtues, like thine, still increase with its years? Yet if blest to the utmost that love can bestow, Should a rival bow down to our idol below, We are jealous! alloy; who's not? thou hast no such For the more that enjoy thee, the more we enjoy. Then the season of youth and its vanities past, There we find - do we not?. - in the flow of the soul, When the box of Pandora was open'd on earth, And care not for Hope, who are certain of bliss. Long life to the grape! for when summer is flown, given, May our sins be for And Hebe shall never be idle in Heaven. STANZAS TO A LADY ON LEAVING 'Tis done and shivering in the gale But could I be what I have been, [In the original MS., "To Mrs. Musters."] |