And in exulting joys discover All the charms that once were mine; I think I should be sweetly blest, A REFLECTION AT SEA. SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, And, having swell'd a moment there, AN INVITATION TO SUPPER. TO MRS. MYSELF, dear Julia! and the Sun, Have now two years of rambling run; And he before his wheels has driven The grand menagerie of Heaven, While I have met on earth, I swear, As many brutes as he has there. The only difference I can see Betwixt the flaming god and me, Is, that his ways are periodic, And mine, I fear, are simply oddic. But, dearest girl! 'tis now a lapse Of two short years, or less, perhaps, Since you to me, and I to you, Vow'd to be ever fondly true!— Ah, Julia! those were pleasant times! You loved me for my amorous rhymes ; And I loved you, because I thought "Twas so delicious to be taught By such a charming guide as you, With eyes of fire and lips of dew, All I had often fancied o'er, But never, never felt before : The day flew by, and night was short I know not how we changed, or why, But, Julia, let those matters pass As full of cordial soul at least, As those where Delia met Tibullus, * Cœnam, non sine candidâ puellâ. I'll sing you many a roguish sonnet About it, at it, and upon it: And songs address'd, as if I loved, To all the girls with whom I've roved. -puellam Ad mediam noctem expecto. will fly, HOR. lib. i. sat. 5. AN ODE UPON MORNING. TURN to me, Love! the morning rays 'Twas long before the noon of night. Turn to me, Love! the trembling gleams I'll chase you with my lips away! Oh! is it not divine to think,— While all around were lull'd in night, While even the planets seem'd to wink,We kept our vigils of delight? The heart, that little world of ours, Unlike the drowsy world of care, Then, then awaked its sweetest powers, And all was animation there! |