Play'd the guitar-and play'd the fool; This out of tune-that out of rule. But suddenly a vision bright Came o'er me in a veil of light, And burst the bond whose fetters bound me, And broke the spell that hung around me, And bade me love, and be beloved. Dark-eyed Castilian !—thou canst tell! *The original was a Spanish idiom which we found it impossible to render literally; we believe it comes very near to the English expression which we have substituted. And am I faithless ?-wo the while, What vow but melts at Rosa's smile? For broken vows, and faith betrayed, The guilt is thine, Castilian maid! The tale is told-and I am gone :Think of me, loved and lovely one, When none on earth shall care beside How Carlos lived, or loved, or died! Thy love on earth shall be to me A bird upon a leafless tree- To light me on a weary way. And thus is Love's Confession done; Give me thy parting benison; And ere I rise from bended knee, To wander o'er a foreign sea, Alone and friendless,-ere I don My pilgrim's hat, and sandal shoon Dark-eyed Castilian! let me win Forgiveness sweet for venial sin; Let lonely sighs and dreams of thee, Be penance for my perjury. TO JULIA, PREPARING FOR HER FIRST SEASON IN TOWN. JULIA, while London's fancied bliss Bids you despise a life like this, While and its joys you leave, For hopes, that flatter to deceive, You will not scornfully refuse, (Though dull the theme, and weak the Muse,) To look upon my line, and hear What Friendship sends to Beauty's ear. Four miles from Town, a neat abode The open window, thickly set With myrtle, and with mignionette, A brace of globes peep out for show; The avenue-the burnish'd plate, That decks the would-be rustic gate, Denote the fane where Fashion dwells, -"Lyce's Academy for Belles." 'Twas here, in earlier, happier days, Retired from Pleasure's weary maze, You found, unknown to care or pain, The peace you will not find again. Here Friendships, far too fond to last, A bright, but fleeting radiance cast, On every sport that Mirth devised, And every scene that Childhood prized, And every bliss, that bids you yet Recall those moments with regret. Those friends have mingled in the strife That fills the busy scene of life, And Pride and Folly-Cares and Fears, |