Good night to the Season!—the flowers Of the grand horticultural fête, When boudoirs were quitted for bowers, And the fashion was-not to be late; When all who had money and leisure Grew rural o'er ices and wines, All pleasantly toiling for pleasure, All hungrily pining for pines, And making of beautiful speeches, And marring of beautiful shows, And feeding on delicate peaches, And treading on delicate toes. Good night to the Season!-Another In sunshine, and odour, and noise. Will it come with a blessing or curse? Will its bonnets be lower or higher? Will its morals be better or worse? Will it find me grown thinner or fatter, Or fonder of wrong or of right, Or married-or buried ?-no matter: Good night to the Season-good night! WE met but in one giddy dance, Good-night joined hands with greeting; And twenty thousand things may chance Before our second meeting: For oh! I have been often told That all the world grows older, If I have never touched the string When you were by to hear one,- Those looks which conquer Stoics, And heard those angel tones, without One fit of fair heroics, Good night to the Season!-the flowers And the fashion was-not to be late; WE met but in one giddy dance, Good-night joined hands with greeting; And twenty thousand things may chance Before our second meeting: For oh! I have been often told Yet do not, though the world's cold school Which wiser friends have thought me! But Folly little cares what name Oh no! this life is dark and bright, 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, Whose beauty was my vision! |