Was ever witchery half so sweet! The tremblings of an hour like this! ON THE LOSS OF A LETTER INTENDED FOR NEA. OH! it was fill'd with words of flame, Which love may write, but dares not name, Of many a nightly dream it told, When all that chills the heart by day, When soul and soul divinely meet, As Virtue's self would blush to blame! How could he lose such tender words? Words! that of themselves should spring TO NEA's ear, like panting birds, With heart and soul upon their wing! Oh! fancy what they dared to speak ; Shall burn with thinking all they said! And I shall feign, shall fancy, too, Some dear reply thou might'st have given; Shall make that lip distil its dew In promise bland and hopes of Heaven! Shall think it tells of future days, Ah! if this flattery is not thine, If colder hope thy answer brings, I'll wish thy words were lost like mine, Since I can dream such dearer things! I FOUND her not-the chamber seem'd It felt as if her lips had shed A sigh around her, ere she fled, I saw the web, which, all the day, And I could trace the hallow'd print and warm Her limbs had left, as pure And Love himself had stamp'd the form! Oh, NEA! NEA! where wert thou? A KISS A L'ANTIQUE. BEHOLD, my love, the curious gem Some fair Athenian girl, perhaps, Upon her hand this gem display'd, Nor thought that time's eternal lapse Should see it grace a lovelier maid! Look, darling, what a sweet design! The more we gaze, it charms the more : Come, closer bring that cheek to mine, And trace with me its beauties o'er. Thou seest, it is a simple youth By some enamour'd nymph embraced Look, NEA, love! and say, in sooth, It seems in careless play to lie, * Oh, rare indeed, but blissful both! Imagine, love, that I am he, And just as warm as he is chilling ; Imagine too that thou art she, But quite as cold as she is willing: So may we try the graceful way In which their gentle arms are twined, * Somewhat like the symplegma of Cupid and Psyche at Florence, in which the position of Pysche's hand is finely expressive of affection. See the Museum Florentinum, tom. ii. tab. 43. 44. I know of very few subjects in which poetry could be more interestingly employed, than in illustrating some of the ancient statues and gems. |