HILE gazing on the moon's light, In lone and distant glory burn'd. But too far Each proud star, For me to feel its warming flame; That mild sphere, Which near our planet smiling came ;Thus, Mary, be but thou my own; While brighter eyes unheeded play, I'll love those moonlight looks alone, The day had sunk in dim showers, But midnight now, with lustre meet, Like hope upon a mourner's cheek. The moon's smile Play'd o'er a stream, in dimpling bliss,) "The moon looks On many brooks: The brook can see no moon but this;" And thus, I thought, our fortunes run, For many a lover looks to thee, While oh! I feel there is but one, One Mary in the world for me. OUR FIRST YOUNG LOVE. UR first young love resembles That short but brilliant ray, Which smiles, and weeps, and trembles Through April's earliest day. And not all life before us, Howe'er its lights may play, Can shed a lustre o'er us Like that first April ray. Our summer sun may squander Our autumn beam May, like a dream Of heav'n, die calm away; But, no-let life before us Bring all the light it may, "T will ne'er shed lustre o'er us Like that first youthful ray. NIGHTS OF MUSIC. IGHTS of music, nights of loving, Lost too soon, remember'd long, Worth whole years of fame to me! Nights of song, and nights of splendour, I LOVE BUT THEE. F, after all, you still will doubt and fear me, And think this heart to other loves will stray, If I must swear, then, lovely doubter, hear me; By ev'ry dream I have when thou'rt away, By ev'ry throb I feel when thou art near me, I love but thee-I love but thee! By those dark eyes, where light is ever playing, By that fair brow, where Innocence reposes, I love but thee-I love but thee! |