I never wander forth alone Upon the mountain's brow; I weighed last winter sixteen stone- I never wish to raise a veil, I never tell a tender tale, I cannot kneel as once I did, I never do as I am bid I'm not a lover now. I make strange blunders every day, Take smiles for wrinkles, black for gray, I fly from folly, though it flows From lips of loveliest glow; I don't object to length of nose— I find my Ovid very dry, Tom Moore for Mr. Mill. And belles may read, and beaux may writeI care not who or how; I burnt my album, Sunday night; I'm not a lover now! I don't encourage idle dreams Just foaming from the cow; But yet, I want my pint of wine- When Laura sings young hearts I'm deafer than the deep; When Leonora goes to play, I sometimes go to sleep; away, When Mary draws her white gloves out, I never dance, I vow Too hot to kick one's heels about!— I'm not a lover now! I'm busy now with State affairs, And this is life-no verdure blooms I save a fortune in perfumes I'm not a lover now! I may be yet what others are, Come shower or sunshine-hope or fear, The palace or the plough, My heart and lute are broken here— I'm not a lover now! Lady, the mist is on my sight, My day is night, my bloom is blight, (1826.) UTOPIA. -"I can dream, sir, If I eat well and sleep well."-The Mad Lover. IF I could scare the light away, No sun should ever shine; If I could bid the clouds obey, In slumber's hour for me. I had a vision yesternight Of a lovelier land than this, Where heaven was clothed in warmth and light, And every field with flowers, In passion-haunted bowers. I clambered up a lofty rock, And did not find it steep; I read through a page and a half of Locke, I said whate'er I may but feel, I paid whate'er I owe; VOL. II.-10 And I danced one day an Irish reel, With the gout in every toe. And I was more than six feet high, And fortunate, and wise; And I had a voice of melody And beautiful black eyes; My horses like the lightning went, And I held my tongue at an argument, I saw an old Italian priest Who spoke without disguise; I dined with a judge who swore, like Best, I bought for a penny a twopenny loaf, I danced with a female philosophe, The kitchens there had richer roast, The jailers had nothing at all to do, The hangman looked forlorn, And the Peers had passed a vote or two |