STANZAS WRITTEN IN THE FIRST LEAF OF LILLIAN. TALK not to me of learned dust, Of reasoning and renown, Of withering wreath and crumbling bust, Oh, Wisdom lives in Folly's ring, And beards, thank Heaven, are not the thing! Then let me live a long romance, And learn to trifle well; And write my motto, "Vive la danse," And "Vive la bagatelle !" And give all honor, as is fit, To sparkling eyes, and sparkling wit. And let me deem, when Sophs condemn That some bright eyes will smile on them, And thus my little book shall be And we, perchance, may meet no more; For other accents sound And darker prospects spread before, But those who meet, as we have met, The thoughts that linger after; No! I shall miss that merry smile And listen in the silent aisle For that remembered tone; And look up to the lattice high For beckoning hand and beaming eye. And thou, perhaps, when years are gone, Wilt turn these pages over, A rambling, rhyming rover, And deem the Poet and his line Both wild, both worthless,-and both thine! (TRIN. COLL., CAMBRIDGE, July 8, 1823.) STANZAS WRITTEN IN A COPY OF LILLIAN, SENT TO A LADY IN EXCHANGE FOR TWO DRAWINGS ILLUSTRATIVE OF THE POEM. THE gifts the Rhymer begs to-day Shall long be dear to him, When Passion's glow shall pass away, And Fancy's light grow dim, And naught remain of boyhood's schemes, Yes, dear the gifts shall ever be ; A spell of magic witchery On all he thought and sung, And blended in a living dance E'en he might shudder at the sight His own fair damsel skims the sea |