Yet do not, though the world's cold school Some bitter truths has taught me, O do not deem me quite the fool Which wiser friends have thought me! One dream my lute could still reveal, — IV But Folly little cares what name V Oh no! this life is dark and bright, Half rapture and half sorrow; то My heart is very full to-night, My cup shall be to-morrow: But they shall never know from me, Whose health made bright my Burgundy, AN EXCUSE BLAME not the Minstrel's wayward will: Where Beauty's praise should be. If he should bid the golden string Sad Memory from her cell would bring The dream of her, whose broken chain Than new forged bonds is far more dear; Whose name he may not speak again, And shudders but to hear. And if he breathes Love's hopes and fears many a soulless idol's shrine, In The falsehoods fit for vulgar ears Were never fit for thine. Take back, take back the book to-night: SECOND LOVE L'on n'aime bien qu'une seule fois: c'est la première. Les amours qui suivent sont moins involontaires! - LA BRUYÈRE. And watch that fine and fairy hand How shall he woo her? Let him gaze In sad and silent trance On those blue eyes, whose liquid rays And let him tell her, eyes more bright, Though bright her own may beam, Will fling a deeper spell to-night Upon him in his dream. |