And so gently you spoke of the youth who deceived, That I thought you perhaps might be tempted again. But you told me that passion a moment amused, Was follow'd too oft by an age of repenting; And check'd me so softly, that while you refused, Forgive me, dear girl, if I thought 'twas consenting! And still I entreated, and still you denied, Till I almost was made to believe you sincere ; Though I found that, in bidding me leave you, you sigh'd, And when you repulsed me, 'twas done with a tear. In vain did I whisper, " There's nobody nigh;" In vain with the tremors of passion implore; Your excuse was a kiss, and a tear your reply— I acknowledged them both, and I ask'd for no more. Was I right?-oh! I cannot believe I was wrong. Nor scatter her path with repentance and pain! By Heaven! I would rather for ever forswear The Elysium that dwells on a beautiful breast, Than alarm for a moment the peace that is there, Or banish the dove from so hallow'd a nest! A NIGHT THOUGHT. How oft a cloud, with envious veil, Which seems so modestly to steal 'Tis thus the world's obtrusive wrongs Some timid heart, which only longs ELEGIAC STANZAS. Sic juvat perire. WHEN wearied wretches sink to sleep, To those who weep and long to die! Saw you the soft and grassy bed, Where flow'rets deck the green earth's breast? "Tis there I wish to lay my head, Oh! let not tears embalm my tomb, None but the whispering winds of Heaven! THE KISS. GROW to my lip, thou sacred kiss, That there should come a time of bliss And fancy shall thy glow renew, In sighs at morn, and dreams at night, And none shall steal thy holy dew Till thou'rt absolved by rapture's rite. Sweet hours that are to make me blest, Oh! fly, like breezes, to the goal, And let my love, my more than soul, Come panting to this fever'd breast; And while in every glance I drink In sweet abandonment resign'd, ΤΟ WITH all my soul, then, let us part, If you We've had some happy hours together, But joy must often change its wing; And spring would be but gloomy weather, If we had nothing else but spring. 'Tis not that I expect to find A more devoted, fond, and true one, With rosier cheek or sweeter mind Enough for me that she's a new one. VOL. VII. 13 Thus let us leave the bower of love, Our hearts have suffer'd little harm My kisses have not stain'd the rose Farewell! and when some other fair your 'Twill be my luxury to compare Her spells with your remember'd charms. "This cheek," I'll say, " is not so bright "As one that used to meet my kiss ; "This eye has not such liquid light "As one that used to talk of bliss!" Farewell! and when some future lover Shall claim the heart which I resign, |