IV.. I SAW thee wedded-thou didst go Thy young cheek in a blushing glow Thy heart was glad in maiden glee, Was faithless all the while; I hate him for the vow he spoke— I hid the love that could not die, In secrecy and tears; And days passed on, and thou didst prove The pang of unrequited love E'en in thine early years; And thou didst die-so fair and good In silence, and in solitude! While thou wert living, I did hide Affection's secret pains : I'd not have shocked thy modest pride But thou hast perished, and the fire It is no crime to speak my vow, Thou sleepest 'neath thy lowly stone He does not kneel where I have knelt; The anguish still and deep, The painful thoughts of what has been, But I-as o'er the dark blue wave Unconsciously I ride, My thoughts are hovering o'er thy grave My soul is by thy side. There is one voice that wails thee yet, One heart that cannot e'er forget The visions that have died; And aye thy form is buried there— (1820-1821.) A CHILD'S GRAVE. O'ER yon churchyard the storm may lower; Unscathed by long revolving years And where thine humble ashes lie, Mild was thy voice as zephyr's breath, Thy cheek with flowing locks was shaded; But the voice hath died, the cheek hath faded, In the cold breeze of Death! Brightly thine eye was smiling, Sweet! A few short months-and thou wert here! (1821.) A LETTER FROM ETON. My dearest Cynthia,-if you knew Was ever such a wretched elf? E'en now, as thus I sit me down, Two Fiends are hid aloof; Two Fiends in dark Cocytus dipt ; A Blockhead with a Manuscript, A Devil with a Proof! |