In vain he tried his wings to warm,
Or find a path-way not so dim,
For still the maid's gigantic form

Would pass between the sun and him!

"This must not be," said little Love"The sun was made for more than you." So, turning through a myrtle grove, He bid the portly nymph adieu !

Now gaily roves the laughing boy

O'er many a mead, by many a stream;

In every breeze inhaling joy,

And drinking bliss in every beam.

From all the gardens, all the bowers,

He cull'd the many sweets they shaded, And ate the fruits and smelt the flowers, Till taste was gone and odour faded!

But now the sun, in pomp of noon, Look'd blazing o'er the parched plains ; Alas! the boy grew languid soon,

And fever thrill'd through all his veins !

The dew forsook his baby brow,

No more with vivid bloom he smiled—

Oh! where was tranquil Reason now,
To cast her shadow o'er the child?

Beneath a green and aged palm,

His foot at length for shelter turning, He saw the nymph reclining calm,

With brow as cool as his was burning!

"Oh! take me to that bosom cold,"
In murmurs at her feet he said;
And Reason oped her garment's fold,
And flung it round his fever'd head.

He felt her bosom's icy touch,

And soon it lull'd his pulse to rest; For, ah! the chill was quite too much, And Love expired on Reason's breast!

NAY, do not weep, my FANNY dear!
While in these arms you lie,

The world hath not a wish, a fear,
That ought to claim one precious tear
From that beloved eye!

The world!—ah, FANNY! Love must shur

The path where many rove;
One bosom to recline upon,

One heart, to be his only one,
Are quite enough for Love!

What can we wish, that is not here
Between your arms and mine?
Is there on earth a space so dear,
As that within the blessed sphere
Two loving arms entwine?

For me, there's not a lock of jet
Along your temples curl❜d,
Within whose glossy, tangling net,
My soul doth not, at once, forget
All, all the worthless world!

'Tis in your eyes, my sweetest love!
My only worlds I see ;

Let but their orbs in sunshine move,

And earth below and skies above

May frown or smile for me!

VOL. II.

6

ASPASIA.

"Twas in the fair ASPASIA'S bower,
That Love and Learning many an hour
In dalliance met, and Learning smiled
With rapture on the playful child,
Who wanton stole to find his nest
Within a fold of Learning's vest!

There, as the listening statesman hung
In transport on ASPASIA'S tongue,

The destinies of Athens took

Their colour from ASPASIA's look.

Oh happy time! when laws of state,
When all that ruled the country's fate,
Its glory, quiet, or alarms,

Was plann'd between two snowy arms!

Sweet times! you could not always last-
And yet, oh! yet, you are not past ;
Though we have lost the sacred mould
In which their men were cast of old,
Woman, dear woman, still the same,
While lips are balm and looks are flame,

While man possesses heart or eyes,
Woman's bright empire never dies!

FANNY, my love, they neʼer shall say
That beauty's charm hath pass'd away ;
No-give the universe a soul

Attuned to woman's soft control,

And FANNY hath the charm, the skill,

To wield a universe at will!

THE GRECIAN GIRL'S DREAM OF THE
BLESSED ISLANDS.*

TO HER LOVER.

χι τε καλος

Πυθαγόρης, όσσοι τε χορον στηριξαν ερωτος.
Απολλων περι Πλωτίνο.

Oracul. Metric.

a JOAN. OPSOP. collecta.

Was it the moon, or was it morning's ray,
That call'd thee, dearest, from these arms away?

* It was imagined by some of the ancients that there is an ethereal ocean above us, and that the sun and moon are two floating, luminous islands, in which the spirits of the blessed reside. Accordingly, we find that the word axeaves was sometimes synonymous with ang, and death was not unfrequently called Ωκεανοιο πορος, or “ the passage of the

ocean.