7. My light of life! ah, tell me why That pouting lip, and alter'd eye? My bird of love! my beauteous mate! And art thou chang'd, and canst thou hate? Mine 8. eyes like wintry streams o'erflow: What wretch with me would barter woe? My bird! relent: one note could give A charm, to bid thy lover live. 9. My curdling blood, my madd'ning brain, In silent anguish I sustain; And still thy heart, without partaking One pang, exults-while mine is breaking. 10. Pour me the poison; fear not thou! Thou canst not murder more than now: I've lived to curse my natal day, And Love, that thus can lingering slay. 11. My wounded soul, my bleeding breast, Alas! too late, I dearly know, That joy is harbinger of woe. XXVI. A Song. 1. THOU art not false, but thou art fickle, The tears that thou hast forc'd to trickle 2. The wholly false the heart despises, But her who not a thought disguises, 3. To dream of joy and wake to sorrow That cheated us in slumber only, To leave the waking soul more lonely, 4. What must they feel whom no false vision, But truest, tenderest passion warm'd? Sincere, but swift in sad transition, As if a dream alone had charm'd? Ah! sure such grief is fancy's scheming, And all thy change can be but dreaming! XXVII. On being asked what was the "Origin of Love?" THE "Origin of Love!"-Ah why That cruel question ask of me, When thou may'st read in many an eye And should'st thou seek his end to know- He'll linger long in silent woe; But live-until I cease to be. XXVIII. Remember him, &c. 1. REMEMBER him, whom passion's power Severely, deeply, vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour When neither fell, though both were loved. S 2. That yielding breast, that melting eye, That gentle prayer, that pleading sigh, 3. Oh! let me feel that all I lost But saved thee all that conscience fears; And blush for every pang it cost To spare the vain remorse of years. 4. Yet think of this when many a tongue, Would do the heart that loved thee wrong, 5. Think that, whate'er to others, thou Hast seen each selfish thought subdu'd: I bless thy purer soul even now, Even now, in midnight solitude. |